Another Mohawk Monster Moment

We've been having a hard time with the middle child.  And by hard, I mean want-to-pull-my-hair-out-not-enough-therapy-or-wine-in-the-world-to-help-mom-cope-omg-can-I-get-a-replacement-or-refund time.

In three weeks, we had four incidents which necessitated a call, talking-to, or email with his teacher or the director of the preschool.  Thankfully, I love them both and appreciate the attention... though I'm not sure the feeling is mutual.

Last week, we were supposed to have an "all school Mass" on Wednesday.  Basically, this means that the parents accompany our lovely littles to daily 9:00 Mass and the old people all wonder why they didn't get the memo and go to church at 6:45 instead.  It's like one giant cry room on so many levels.

So our schedules were all set.  I was going to go to church with the kiddos.

Until, in typical Murphy fashion, the "all school Mass" was rescheduled for THIS Wednesday.  This Wednesday, the one when The Husband is traveling, I have two un-movable IEP meetings, and my parents are scheduled to be in Chicago.  Yeah.  That's the one.

So, head down and tail between my legs, I asked the preschool director for help.

I booked it into church with the older two kiddos in tow, and was met by a crew of prepared teachers waiting to help tame the Monster through Mass.  He was welcomed with open arms.  I felt oh-so-deserving of that elusive MOTY award (grab your tissue, the sarcasm is-a-dripping) as I shuffled them off onto someone else while all of the other moms proudly walked hand-in-hand into the sanctuary with their littles.  I struggled to not topple in my patent leather heels walking empty-handed back to the car (which was, incidentally, illegally parked in a disability space so I could afford myself a quick escape... Note to self: this only draws more attention - very, very bad idea).  

My personal guilt aside, MM doesn't deal well with change and we have a lot going on right now.  I've started my own business, The Husband is starting his travel season, and he has a lot of transition in his class.

In spite of it all, Mohawk Monster has always been pretty good about behaving for other people.  And I thought that things had all-in-all gone smoothly yesterday.

And then, the bomb dropped.

At dinner tonight, Mini-Me shared that her brother had screamed "Sissy!" across the church.  During a Priest-Only prayer.

Oh. My. Gawd.

Please tell me you are kidding.


No.  She was telling the truth.  She elaborated that Miss C started talking to him and she had looked away.  He snickered as she told the story - like a proud teen who had stolen the opposing team's mascot head.

I am in SO much trouble.

Love, hugs, and blessings,
The Mama