Crazy boys!

So, thinking over the past couple of days has made me realize that it's definitely time for another blog. In fact, I think I may be overdue for one. Let's start out by reliving Saturday's events. I woke up determined to get all of my errands done even though I knew all three kids had to come with me. I was a little nervous and stressed just thinking about it, but I pressed on. I got everyone out to the car and pulled out of the driveway, promising lunch at McDonalds if they behaved.
We pulled up to JoAnn Fabrics and Mason started his meltdown before we even left the vehicle. He's in that horrible stage where he wants to do everything himself, but he just can't. Rather than wait around watching him fumble with his seat belt I scooped him out and popped him in the cart. I was on a mission!!! I didn't let his wailing get to me. I just pushed through the store looking for what I needed. I refused to lose it when he climbed out of the moving cart and ran the opposite direction. I refused to lose it when he pulled stuff off the shelves and threw them into the cart. I even held my cool when my other son, Ryan, tried to pocket something. I grabbed what I needed and got the heck out of the store.
I decided it was lunch time and that McDonalds with a play place would be a perfect way for them to eat and run off some of that boundless energy. It started out okay. The boys ate and then took off for the large indoor "jungle gym" maze thingy and I sat back to relax over a double cheese burger. I did a pretty good job of pretending it was a salad and wouldn't hurt my midsection. That's when I heard the yells. Mase was upset about something. The high pitched screaming started. I got up to bring him back to the table. Herein lies the major problem. He was up pretty high and refusing to come down. In fact, he was in one of the "bridges" made out of material. At this point I just wanted to pack up and leave. I was done. I couldn't handle the screaming anymore or the other parents standing there watching like it was a show. That's when I hear it. The telltale coughing that means he's induced vomiting by screaming so hard. I jump out of the way just in time. It's raining throw up in McDonalds and some people were not lucky enough to get out of the way in time. Yes, my child hurled on a few of the other patrons :-/ Do I even bother apologizing?? I throw Eva in her car seat, climb up to get my child, tell the manager my kid got sick and hightail it outta there. I've never seen a play place clear out so quickly.
In the car I call up my husband and yell into the phone that he has 15 mins to get up and get ready. Mason is his for the day! I'm through! He handled my raving mad rant like a champ. I dropped both boy off and it only took me sitting in the parking lot of Wegmans, staring off into space for forty-five mins before I was ready to finish my errands.
Now, we're at Sunday. My son Ryan was supposed to be singing with his preschool class for our Sunday morning service. The song they were gonna be singing was "Jesus loves me". Ryan had already tried to protest during one of his practices. He told his teacher he didn't like that song and wanted to sing "Deep and Wide". He then proceeded to tell her that his mouth couldn't sing the song of her choice and while all the other kids were practicing the correct song he was belting out his pick. All I can say is thank God for Easter. After trying to practice with him all morning and him refusing to give me the time of day I resorted to threatening to take away his basket if he purposely messed up the song. Well, my threats and me singing Jesus Loves Me the entire way to church must have really inspired him, because he sang all the right words...loudly. He even took it upon himself to move from the second row to the first row and press his lips right against the mic. All you could hear was my kid shouting out Jesus Loves Me......and people laughing :-/ A few people have taken to calling him The Star...bless their hearts.
As you can see there is rarely a dull moment. I have a drama king and a star performer on my hands. Maybe one day they can take their love of theatrics and make momma some major bucks ;-)