The Snack Prayer

The shine of School seems to have worn off, this our 2nd week. Last week was comprised of three days, all half days. This is our first full week back. We’re having to pull them out of bed as they hide, like we will actually stop trying to awaken them, “Oh, look honey, our son is gone! Maybe he ALREADY left for school.” Yeah right.

Son#1 woke up in a piss poor mood, akin to the one he went to bed with. He and I had a fight before he went to sleep, his fault. All weekend I kept saying, “Do you have any homework” and the reply was “No.” Then as he’s going to bed last night he says, “Oh Mom, I need all my book covers put on my books by tomorrow. Here they are.” Of course I was pissed and totally went off on him about “Poor planning on your part doesn’t constitute an emergency on mine.” Then when he woke up and realized that all the luncheon ham that we had bought for school lunches, all ½ lb, had been eaten by Son#3 for lunch the day before… he was in a really foul mood. Yes, my youngest sat down at the lunch table yesterday with ½ lb of ham cold cuts and ate the whole thing in one sitting. No bread. Just sat there and ate meat. He’s not joining PETA anytime soon.

And Son#3, he’s over kindergarten. Forget the Care Bear thing; he’s over all of it. This morning:
Son#3, “Mom, why does my teacher yell so much?
Me: “Does she yell more than I?”
S3; “Yeah”
Me: stunned, “Really? Wow. That’s a lot. Well, she has 25 little people to be heard over and I only have 3.”
S3, “And why does she sing all those stuuuuuupid songs?” He is now mimicking his hands opening and closing singing in a really stupid voice, “Gooooodbyyye, Gooodbbyyye” Must be some sort of Goodbye song.

I’m laughing and finally said, “Well, you can complain all you want to me and you can imitate and make fun all you want to me, but in school, be nice and tolerate her stuuuuuupid songs.”

I’m still laughing. He’s so small but he has so much damn attitude.

OH! And I heard Son#3 say this afternoon, ‘In the Name of the Father, the Son…' , and he stopped.
I replied, "What's the last part?" to which he said, "and the Holy Spirit."
I said, “Do you know what that's called?” and he said matter of factly, “Yes. The snack prayer.”
I wonder if the Pope knows that the Holy Trinity is "The Snack Prayer.”