Little Boy Summer Camp!

Something monumental happened this week! My Husband's new xbox came in and he DIDN'T EVEN OPEN IT!

Has all my nagging finally paid off and I can finally celebrate the joyus end of his childhood? Has he come to his senses and realized that nerdy video games are rotting his brain and he would much rather spend his time weeding the garden while I sip a spiked snow cone? Is PlayStation sending him sleuthy subliminal messages to his cell phone all "Big Brother style" telling him that Xbox is spawn of Satan?

Le sigh..... Those all sound like a dream come true don't they? Actually is sounds more like Hell froze over because I think dreams actually do come true. The reason he didn't open his brand new xbox delivered right to his door all primed and shiny for the playing?

He was leaving that same night for LA because he was going to little boy's Summer camp: A Video Game Convention! Yes my DH is at what is called E3 (Electronic Entertainment Expo) http://www.e3expo.com/ . Just so you can fully understand how nerdy and adorably immature he is, I have complied a list of his facebook updates he has posted since being there for the last 2 days:

Jimmy: is sitting in the airport waiting to board a plane in order to play video games for three days straight. E3 here I come!
Monday at 7:04pm · Comment ·Like

Jimmy: About to check out the demonstration for THQ's Homeland...Then it's off to show MTV Games and Harmonix how Rock Band 3 is supposed to be played vocally!
Yesterday at 1:52pm · Comment ·Like

Jimmy: Played the new Tron game (They loved my Flynn Lives shirt) and rocked out on a light cycle! If the movie's half as cool as the game, then GET ME TO DECEMBER!!

Yesterday at 3:50pm · Comment ·Like

Jimmy: Day Two of E3 starts right now ... And ... Here ... We ... Go! 13 hours ago · Comment ·Like

Jimmy: God bless Sony Online Entertainment's free cocktail hour and God bless Iron Man!
4 hours ago via Twitter · Comment ·Like @slugfilmcritic on Twitter

Kat : With all of the blessings you have given Iron Man already. I really don't think you need God's help!
32 minutes ago · Comment -Like

RIGHT, so that second post is some new nerd language for all I know because I can't understand one friggin' word of it. The fourth post "And here we go" is a quote from Batman! Mind you, this has all been in just 48 hours and that is even with me leaving some of it out! I almost didn't re-post that God Bless Iron man one because it is a little too embarrassing. He is quite obsessed with Iron Man- well War Machine rather- but that is a whole 'nother can of blog!

So obviously I have been home alone for the past few days, just me and our new dog Flynn (yes he is named after something having to do with the movie Tron). So right about now, you are probably thinking to yourself: "I bet she is sleeping like a dude when the baby is crying, since her hubby is outta town!" Yea- I was expecting the same thing! I have the bed all to myself, lights and T.V. off, curtains closed and just the right amount of down comforter to sheet ratio. I was certain this formula would ensure some serious sleep that only takes 30 minutes but feels more like 100 years. To my dismay, It was the worst nights sleep of my life! I was hot and then cold. I was uncomfortable, restless, sleepless, dreamless. I felt uneasy, kinda scared and lonely.

I guess that when momma gets a night off, at first she enjoys the break, but after a day or two you realize that part of you is missing and you just aren't right unless your amazing little boy is back where he belongs: Snoring like a gremlin right next to you.

Mean Mommy

I now understand why my mom was always yelling at us kids growing up.... because that is the only thing that worked! When asked nicely, children don't take orders seriously since obviously mom doesn't REALLY want it done because she isn't serious (i.e. she isn't screaming mad).

This is essentially what I have to do with my husband. It would be great if I wasn't a yeller and I will be the first to admit that I seem to get to hollering pretty easy. I wanna blame my mom for teaching me that, but I realized that I only get to that place after asking nicely no less than 10 times.

Last night Jimmy and I had a fight about the fact that we need to till and re-sod the yard this weekend because he hates mowing around our strategically placed grass/rock bed/weed garden from hell. So the plan is to take it all out and just have a normal flat grassy yard. He poisoned the entire front yard 3 weeks ago in prep for the big overhaul. So now that everything is dead, and looks oh so lovely might I add, it's finally time to get in there and get our hands dirty. Jimmy claims he can only dedicate Saturday to the yard since he has "Geek Show" on Sunday. In case you were wondering: "Geek Show podcast" http://www.thegeekshowpodcast.com/ Is essentially 6-7 guys sitting around talking about geeky movies, comic books, super heroes and anything else that would repel a woman.

Anyway, when I tell him that our disgusting-neighbor offending-yard comes before the lame podcast, he goes into this giant diatribe about how we couldn't get it all done in two days anyway and how we haven't gotten rid of the rocks and how there is still a cut down dead tree we need to deal with. And of course "we" means "me". He tried to rationalize by saying that geek show would only take 2 hours ( he started the argument

by saying it would only take 4). Long story short I tell him that if he goes to the Geek Show instead of finishing our yard, I would be livid.

His response you ask? "Well, then I guess you will just be livid."

The shit hiteth the fan-eth.

Basically the next hour went from me yelling to storming out of the room and of course yelling more because he kept arguing after I left, and then he followed me, So it ended with me eventually crying of course. This is pretty much how all of our bad arguments go. He acts selfish, I flip out, he acts even more selfish and immature because I have now turned into mean mommy, and then I tire out and start to break down and that is when he finally relents and says he was wrong and sorry and that he loves me more than anything. He ended up actually skipping a free movie screening in order to spend the night hauling rocks out of the yard.

I know he would do anything for me and I have lost count of how many times he has said; "All I want to do is make you happy. I just want to see you smile." I just wish that I didn't have to get to the point of tears along with making several proclamations about how depressing it is that I married a man who is actually a 5 year old boy with a DVD remote in one hand and a light saber in the other.

Will this momma wife ever get a full nights sleep?

My DH (dear Husband) is by far one of the most amazing men I have ever met. He is hilarious, witty, smart, good looking, talented, spontaneous yet responsible, driven, passionate, loving, successful, sexy, kind and a very very good.......mommas boy.

DH is very close to his mother and has always treated her (and his father) like gold. I of course find this very rare and respectable. However, I often times wish that he wasn't SO attached to the apron strings. His mother is an incredibly amazing and generous woman. She is and always was so good to him. Too good in fact. She usually gave him whatever he wanted and if she didn't- I am confident he whined until she did.

I knew before I married him that I would have to help him grow up. While I love the playful, carefree, unconditional loving parts of him, The other parts can get quite exhausting (just like all the mothers out there). I think that since I met him he has grown from a 3 year old into a 5 year old. Ergo: He matures 1 year for every three years of my hard child rearing work. Based on this formula: I will get a full grown mature adult boy in about 100 years. Good thing we plan to grow old together!

I have been thinking about writing of my experiences for a little while now and after this mornings antics, I figured today was a great day to start.

Trying to get a good night's sleep is a chore,

Ever since I have been married- it just won't happen anymore!

But I guess it's preparing me, to have a little son,

And geeze I hope he will be easier than my first one!

He stays up too late, the energy just won't stop

Watching t.v. and playing games on his laptop

And when I finally demand the electronics to cease

He likes to hear stories and play games til he sleeps

Then of course my mind races from all the games

And I lay awake having a second-wind brain

He sleeps like the dead- into dreamland he soars

And I lie there trying to drown out his tractor-like snore.

I finally drift to sleep but its just for a spell

Or that's what it seems like, from what I can tell

Three awful alarms blare off just five hours later

I am still so tired I feel like I've been hit by a freighter

Stuff a pillow over my head, try to go back to sleep!

If I am lucky today, then he won't make a peep!

How could I even pretend that is what he will do?

When he stomps around the house like a 2 year old in boots

In the tub and out, then up the stairs and back down

Turn on the light, "where's my keys? Help me look all around!"

He claims he has no time to feed the puppy dog

And if he has to poddy, I'll have to take him for a jog

Eventually when I arrive at a semi conscious state

I manage to stumble out and start my work day

And somehow I know that later on that same night

We will start it all again, this sleeping marriage plight!