And the Oscar goes to

Good morning [Wifey], (because she is probably the only one who reads this darn thing and maybe the Sergeant if he remembers to look for it), anyway.... So today is one of those days where I claim to be mom of the year and deserve an Oscar plus a case of wine:

Everyone at some points in their life is either bendin over to take it, bendin over to kiss it, or being water boarded while making their face look like they just ate a lobster dinner followed by chocolate cheesecake and a case of wine; it's just a fact of life. It's not meant to sound whiney, but I think that parents of families of the mix and match variety are probably fakin it to make it a lot more than traditional families. Not just Not The Mama's are faking it, dads fake it, moms fake it, and maybe even some older children are fakin it. There have been many times I have had to suck it up and fake it in front of the Space Invader's Mother(SIM); and there will be so many to come.

So about a month and a half ago, I signed the SI up for K-Rat-A (I am always saying it spaced out and silly like Spongebob). She loves to do karate, and I love that she loves to do it! Karate is a "sport" or activity that helps children gain confidence, strength, discipline, respect, and it requires them to exercise their listening skills. And the Lord and any parent know children need their listening skills to be exercised A LOT.
Not only does the Space Invader love karate, she loves her mother too. That being said, it is incredibly heart breaking when we get home each Wednesday night and her face has gone from karate high to slack jawed hound dog because she is always so disappointed that the SIM claims she is going to go watch K-Rat-A and then fails to make her cameo. So... I swallowed a giant ostrich size pill with no water and invited her via text to please join us for karate. She said "we will be there!" (We as in her and her geriatric sugar daddy). So I get the pleasure of spending this evening in the company of SIM and Gpa, YAY! Can't you just see the delight gleaming from my cheekbones?