Tonight has been boring. I'm talking agonizingly boring. Dustin made the trek home to do some work tomorrow so Reese and I are here alone and as much as I couldn't wait for her to go to bed, now I wish she was up so I would have something to do. But she's not.
First things first, this has been one long week. With the amount of snow days that have been in my schedule lately a full week of school is about the equivalent as a year with no weekends. It's been brutal. The kids are at war with one another. I am at war with the kids. They need to get smarter in a hurry. And I mean it.
Secondly, my child has become very interested in what's under the bed. She pulls out gift bags and stray pictures. She finds tissue paper and ribbons. I guess I need some good sturdy storage boxes. Or I need to get off the couch and tell her no once in awhile. But the boxes sound easier.
She has also become a hairy troll as of late. This morning I almost screamed when I saw her. Talk about some bedhead. I am now officially done judging mothers of 3rd grade girls who have neither the time nor the energy to get a brush through their tangled manes. Yikes! Hair is a battle. I slip a barrette in, 27.6 seconds later it is out. And let me tell you about the fight I got when I attempted a pony tail holder today. She's a feisty one, that kid.
I am filled with apprehension this weekend. I don't even want to say why out loud. I am getting ready to branch out and do the unthinkable. My heart is pumping hard just thinking of it. Tune in next week and I will tell you all about it.....don't you just love the suspense? Let's just say Lent is approaching and I'm going for the big guns this year. I always feel that way, but you know what? I never give up alcohol, that would be a stretch of the ole faith muscle that's for sure.
My child is also an endless talker these days. She sings constantly and will repeat the sounds we make often. I swore she said love to me yesterday after I told her I loved her. That will be quite an accomplishment. I love her sweet affections, hugs and kisses, but "I love you" will be a little less wet than when she tries to kiss me with her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out. Yuck!