Stop It

So I spilled wine all over the new laptop and my catlike reflexes caught it just in time to turn the laptop over and shake it out and then google: I JUST SPILLED F*ing WINE ALL OVER THE LAPTOP NOW WHAT DO I DO???????????
Apparently you are supposed to let the laptop dry out upside down overnight and then see if it turns on.

I am happy to report IT DOES turn on, smelling faintly of Sauvignon Blanc..with a small liquid stain in the lower right hand corner...dammit
I thought about not telling Will but when he goes to check ESPN and the computer smells like my breath..he is going to know anyone so I just came clean right away.

Keegan is in a phase that I like to call: "Stop it"
I am in a phase that I would like to STOP so really my son and are in perfect harmony as usual.
If Keegan does not like something: washing his hands, getting his diaper changed (WHY WOULD SOMEONE NOT LIKE THIS??) getting ready for bed, you get the gyst, right? He says "Stop it Mama."
At first I thought it was kind of funny and cute. Keegan you naughty little thing..so clever..let's go wash your hands.
After the 545th STOP IT MAMA..I do not think it's cute, I think it's a pain in the ass, and I realize that I have hit my first discipline curveball and I am being tested. There are two ways this can go. He can grow up being a pill who gets everything he wants and tries to question me during work time (oh wait that's my seventh graders) orrrrr I can nip it in the bud now and save all of us a big trip to the principal's office someday.
I choose Door #2.

In the meantime, I am turning 37 and I don't know why this is bugging the hell out of me..but it is.. It is just another birthday, but I am questioning myself: what I'm doing, am I doing enough? What should I be doing? Blah blah blah..and I need to STOP IT because that kind of crud is a real downer.

Okay back to "Stop it Mama."
So I came up with the "CALM DOWN CHAIR".
When Keegan needs a breather..or feels the need to tell me to stop it..(really I don't need that much help, thanks) we take a trip to the calm down chair.
"Stop it Mama"
"Keegan we don't say stop it to Mama (Kind of a lie, I say it to myself constantly thanks). It hurts Mama's feelings. Now it's time to brush your hair, teeth, hands, feet, blah blah blah..."
"STOP IT MAMA"
"Keegan, Mama can't help it that she isn't dealing well with turning 37. Maybe she should go back to school. Maybe she is feeling guilty about not having babies right now, although you seem to be enough to handle thanks. Maybe she doesn't like all those wrinkles. Maybe she is comparing herself too much to other people. Maybe she wonders if she's a good enough Mama and wife..and and and and.. Maybe Mama is just a bit sensitive right now."
Oh you know I didn't say that out LOUD. It's for dramatic effect!!!!!

So we both need the calm down chair.

I am happy to report, though, that while watching The Jungle Book the other day Mowgli yelled: STOP THAT! at the elephant.
Keegan turned to me and said, "Mama he needs the calm down chair."
Ahhh...maybe I am doing better than I think I am.