Murphy ....take a HIKE

We had a "We Just CANNOT have nice things" moments the other day....enough time has passed and I am less delicate and can annotate it here. Ok you must rewind a bit....I have 3 great kids, we have a playroom that is truly the kids domain...the other night (Monday) all 3 were playing and doing great. Dale comes down and says Mom I need to show you something....come on..... so I walk upstairs to see a broken play table...leg snapped in half....Reid appears blotchy faced and sobbing, Macy is sobbing also, as this is HER table....she then begins with the "where will I have birthday parties? where will my babies eat? I am so sad? sob sob....Reid is too upset to even speak. I scream... and part of that scream is WHAT HAPPENED? Turns out Reid was trying to ride the table leg like a horse....WHAT?? GO TO BED REID! Duke appears and we take the critical condition table to the garage where we work with JB Weld, Gorilla Glue, Duct Tape....managing to glue the leg....albeit shaky prognosis is stable...but only time will tell. I return upstairs and I calmly discuss with him how we have TALKED and TALKED about NOT BEING ON THE TABLE, using it right, respecting others things..... he says "I feel sad for Macy" with my reply "good you should, because she is sad" to which he says "Can I not be in trouble anymore...in sobs" A day passes and all the efforts manage to hold the leg on. So that night Duke brings the table in, puts it in the pool table room, we decide to give it back the following day after school. The table is from IKEA...not pricey and really stable...but this is principal and Reid broke the other table when he was 2... by standing on it. OK so the next morning arrives, we are eating, all is well...right. Well it just happened to be Reids day to shop at the book fair at his school, I let Dale get a book, so I was going to allow Reid to do so as well....UNTIL...as I am looking for the money for the book....he instinctively walks to the healing table, flips it on its side, steps on the broken leg and leans on the table....CRACK....In rode the wicked witch of the east on her broom....I LOST IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! YOU JUST BROKE IT AGAIN! His response " I forgot" forgot what the fact your not a rodeo rider, the fact that tables do not bend, that you are not rock climbing????WHAT....so I decided NO BOOKS FOR YOU...tears....Reid tell me WHY you do not get books "Because I broke Macys table.....again" They walk out the door and Dale hits my seasonal duck with his backpack....NOSE dive...dead.... severed/shattered beak, he says sorry and it was accidental but none the less....MINE....I return to the kitchen to try and find composure and walk past the back door and do a double take....is that????NO?? MY TURKEY! Ok I LOVE to decorate for the holidays...not with a bunch of stuff...and not expensive stuff and honestly lots of my items are gifts from friends....this one was one of those items...a little turkey that waddled, and danced, and sang The turkey and the straw....not priceless but MINE. He is OUTSIDE on the deck....covered in sand....reappear the witch and broom to go get my molting turkey...try and shake him clean...no luck and into the broken item infirmary that is my garage and is pretty full of kid carnage already. Macy apparently thought he was cute too...and wanted to play with it...WITH OUT MY PERMISSION. I was at a LOSS for words...now I had plenty but withheld them as to not teach my kids all I know of the art of curse words, and I intentionally distanced myself b/c I could have punched a hole in a wall and not felt it, I was HOT..and I am not stupid to discipline in anger is not effective...more like I'm pissed and your gonna pay. So we head to school in silence...Macy says "mommy?" Seeing as there in NO blood or danger to her, my reply is "Macy mommy is done, please be quiet!" So that evening we had a heart to heart big time. I am now going to with out warning give discipline and dole out consequences when I see any misuse of toys, disrespect, use of my things with out permission. The table went in toady's trash...I hope Macy does not see it as the tears will begin, the Duck now has a bright orange playdough/ gorilla glued beak...I need to paint to see if it will do....and the Turkey is healing, cleaned the battery areas and he is still dumping sand when it trys to dance. AGGGGHHHHH WE JUST CANNOT HAVE NICE THINGS....and my secret pal gave me a new yard flag....well of course I hung it and Reid noticed it right off...saying MOMMY where did you get that....I snapped "DON'T touch it its mine, my secret pal gave it to me and it is special"...."ok mom,I just think its cute"...."thanks Reid." so to end in song......Momma said they'll be days like this....days like this, momma said, momma said, MOMMA said! Did momma end all those days with a big ole drink....maybe that was my problem, I had to end with football practice.... And yes I do wish everything was made like Rubbermaid.... pop it back into place, hose it, dry it, and good as new.....aaahhh

Ok so for my million dollar question.....Do I buy another table? Out of principal I say NO...but she really loved the table...used everyday....honestly I am torn and seeking advice on this issue...tell me what you think.

So on the football side....Dales team lost, it was sad, they just did not play like themselves, and about 3 thousand penalties for offsides...Dale did have an amazing tackle and made the runner fumble the ball and we recovered...but a loss and that season ended. One of his coaches wants to start another league taking a few players just for fun, much less intense, less practice, and Dale wants to play. Actually Dale said I do not want to play anymore football until I play for the Longhorns....I informed him that he has to play and practice and be the best to be picked to play for the Longhorns...then I want to play was his response. Reid's team won and are now in the state quarter finals, but it is a bitter sweet as he is not on the "dream team" that gets to play, so we go to watch Reid stand for the most part...which he mastered at about 9 mos old so he is really good at that. He did say yesterday that football is fun but the part when you watch is not....and in the games when you just want to go try and help....it is hard when they will not let you......out of the mouth of babes. But he still wants to go, so we go, and support his teammates, and he gets a few concession plays when we get WAY up. Not that everything needs to be fair and equal as I am well aware life is not....but had hoped for a little less cut throat at age 5-6 first time ever playing the game....I digress, live and learn, and if you are putting your kid in flag football next year for the first time....I can give you some good questions to ask first!