FieldtripFAIL

Who would have thought a field trip could turn into such a disaster? Sigh...

All was good until "The Great Sandwich Debacle", in which my son this morning distinctly said, "I want peanut butter and grape jelly" then decided at lunch time that he distinctly remembered saying, "I want peanut butter and butter."

Now I COULD have argued with him till I was blue in the face, however I left it up to him. I apologized for the mistake and said "You can eat this sandwich or we can leave early."

(STOP....rewind....Let's explain why I am being such a mean mom here. Let me paint the picture...

Friends at the zoo walk past with ice cream.

Son: I want ice cream.

Mom: No, you haven't had lunch.

More friends at the zoo pass with more freakin ice cream.

Son: Please may I have some ice cream mom? (Dammit with those floppin manners!)

Mom: FINE, but only if 'you promise to eat your sandwich at lunchtime'.

Son: Of course!!!

In two words momFAIL!

Ok back to our original story now......)

So this argument about the dang sandwich turns into a full on fit. Lying in the grass, then saying, "Fine, I'll eat the sandwich." Then deciding, "No, I didn't ask for jelly, I'm not going to eat it." Then he grabbed it off the ground and smooshed it all together in the bag. (Turning it into PB & J Awesomesauce) Then escalated all the way to running into the woods and me chasing after him as he screams, "This is the worst day of my life!" and "I just want to run away forever."

Ahhhh yes....the lovely words of a bipolar child. And those are amongst the happiest of them this week.

We are definitely at a low.

So we came home after I chased him down one more time and apologized to the teacher for leaving early (Thank GOD she understood) and the entire car ride I listened to, "This was the worst field trip ever. I'm never going back to that zoo." and "If you take me back there I'm going to run away and climb over the fence."

100% FieldtripFAIL

In better news I got a critique back today that was right on the money and made me want to throw my MS and run for the woods and jump the fence and yell, "This is the worst MS ever!"

Oh wait...that's not better news is it? Shit!

Someone please send me a bottle of wine and some Xanex!