Diary of a bad mom

I always have a plethora of blog posts when I am no where near the computer. When I finally sneek in a few minutes on here, I'm not sure if I have anything worthwhile to say, and even if I do, I'm not sure how to say it.

Yesterday was one of those days with Jake where I wondered if he needs psychotherapy or something. Today he's back to normal and yesterday is just a memory of Jake-isms. This means that whatever I say about yesterday will just sound like cute little kid issues, but in the heat of it yesterday, I felt like I was the worst mom ever. Maybe because he was telling me that I am the worst mom ever. He "does ALL of the work around here and I do NOTHING!!" He "NEVER gets to have any fun!" Today Jake's math was a couple of games of RACKO, today he got to make brownies, and when I left to drop off "little X" (our babysit-ee) Jake was standing at the sink peeling a cucumber. (He is on kitchen duty this week and the mood had struck him that 3pm, when I was on my way out the door, was the perfect time to peel a cucumber). I said I silent prayer that he wouldn't cut off any fingers while I was gone, but I didn't stop him. Jonathan had already made it clear that he didn't want any part of being in charge of Jake cutting vegetables while I wasn't home. So when I arrived back home, only 10 minutes later, I was relieved to find no blood, and hear the sounds of Lego Rock Band blaring from the family room. Today I am choosing my battles. Jake is intense. He is unique. If he were in public school he might thrive. OR he might be diagnosed with a myriad of "issues". There were times when I thought if Jonathan were in public school he might be diagnosed with "issues" too (albeit different issues). Today I'm pretty sure Jonathan has no "issues". Someday I plan to feel the same way about Jake.