We finished painting our room on Saturday and set our new bed up. I think Chris will be putting the doors back up tonight. And then it will be back to a real room. What a difference a little bit of paint makes. Our room looks bigger, even with our huge bed. We have to jump up to get into bed. It's awesome. So that's that.
I came home, yesterday, from doing a quick errand and Taylor had the house decorated for me. She was throwing me a birthday party. She even made me a teeny little easy bake size cake. 5 of us each got a tiny piece. She even asked Chris if there were any presents for me. SHe sang Happy Birthday and everything. No it is not my birthday. I guess she just wanted to do something nice for me.
And finally being kicked out. I actually had our car today so I took the kids to Scrapbooker's Paradise to pick up a couple of things. Both were crying when we first got in there, Taylor eventually quieted down and watch a video. Well Quinten pretty much cried to whole time I was there, except for many a few seconds at a time. Then Taylor came running to me to say she couldn't see because of a little boy. This happened a few times and everytime I told her she had to share and should try to look around the kid. Next thing I know one of the employees came up and told me I needed to be more patient. Asked that I please pay for my purchases and leave because Taylor wasn't letting the other kid watch the video and Quinten was crying so much that it was making everybody else uncomfortable. I almost started crying right there. My kids weren't the only ones crying. I was so embarrased that I almost didn't buy the stuff I had picked out. I just told her okay, instead sticking up for myself. And we all know I don't have a backbone. I really wanted to hand my stuff to her and say fine we are leaving. But that is not me. I seem to be having a really emotional day so maybe that made it worse. There seems to be a theme with people trying to tell me how to treat my kids. I don't think I am a bad mom but it hurts me when other people think I'm not doing a good job. Don't they know you can't give in to kids. I didn't think perfect parents existed but I guess they do. And I'm not one of them. Sorry for rambling, but I needed to get it off my chest. Hopefully my day gets better.