What If?

So I have been reading blogs a lot lately. I wish I could be more of a creative writer or dare to write what I am really thinking. If I did this I would get some good laughs, comments or would I offend everyone out there and I would loose friends and family.

Lately I have been having a hard time believing JB. Isn't that sad. I am his mother and I don't believe him. He has been crying wolf about being sick. wanting to be home sick or be sent home from school. Telling me that his pacemaker hurts and how he needs to go to the doctor. He told us this one because one of his friends was home sick. Now tonight he is "starving to death!" I told him to eat dinner and he wouldn't. I made him eat five bites and told him to not come to me at bed time asking for food. Now it's time for bed and he is begging to eat. Which I have never heard him beg to eat. But, I think it is one of his ways to get out of going to bed. We didn't eat dinner until 7:30 so I would think that he wouldn't be hungry. Let me also say that we just started making him go to bed by himself and he has to go in and go to sleep without us. I think he is trying to get out of it. So how do I start believing in him. I feel awful for not believing in him. What a way to start a relationship.
I have talked to him countless of times about not lying and how Christ and Heavenly Father would be disappointed in him. I have talked to him about how Brett & I would be disappointed. I have told him the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf". My question is when does he grasp this point and he starts telling me what is really going on. I am just so confused. I know I should give him a snack before bed and I usually do when we eat earlier in the evening. But, tonight we ate later and he kept telling me he wasn't hungry. URG......

On another note... MK is potty training. Good luck to me on this one. All though I have heard girls are easier to train than boys. So I am keeping my fingers crossed. I am hoping we will have it down in just a couple of weeks. She is getting so big I can't believe it.

So back to the top about me telling you how I really feel or what I am really thinking. Like today I didn't go to church. Brett took the older two. Which I was happy about. Anyways, I had just got them out the door and was sitting down to nurse JA and realized that I didn't send tithing with Brett. So I threw on a coat and some shoes ran out to the van to give him the checkbook. On the way back in I passed a few members/neighbors. I felt really stupid hair not combed, still in pj's, and looking soooo pretty. There they were all dressed up and ready for church. I was afraid of judgement and what they were thinking. I am one of those who cares what people think of me and I am always nervous about making someone mad or hoping that people aren't talking behind my back. I am a people pleaser but also at the same time I am headstrong and like to butt heads with people by saying one word to them or just making a comment. I like to see them squirm isn't that mean. (I only do it to people that bug me or think that they know it all). ok I am going to go cuz I am sooo going to get myself in trouble. bye.