I don’t know where today went, but I wanted to write you a little note before it was time for you to come home.
This morning was crazy - I was running late before I even got out of bed. I got Oldest Daughter to dance class, ran a couple errands with the little one, picked the older one back up and headed to the almighty Home Decorating store to look for a couple garlands.
For some reason, Oldest Daughter didn’t throw a fit when I turned the radio on, which was… rare. Probably because “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” by Elton John was on and she was duped into thinking HER music was playing since that comes from one of HER movies.
After that song ended, this song came on…
I’ve heard that song before, and I think I’ve mentioned it to you before. But it got me all teary (motherhood has turned me into SUCH a crybaby), and I thought once again about how incredibly grateful I am that our little girls have a father who loves them so much and who is there for them. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but when it comes to choosing my children’s father - I did a dang good job.
While I am happy that you are getting overtime so we can continue to wittle away at our debt, I’m not a fan of you being gone on Saturdays. I’m further not a fan of being sick while you were away working on a Saturday. I’m further FURTHER not a fan of being sick while taking care of grouchy, sick kids while you are away working on a Saturday. And now you know.
So I’ve had a lot of time to formulate a honey-do list in my mind while you’ve been gone. There’s nothing like working like a dog to support your family, only to come home to a wife who is waving a page long list under your nose of things she wants done YESTERDAY. I know. You’re welcome.
My mom will be coming over at some point today and I believe I will go ahead and have her do my hair color. I’ve decided that something breaks in you when you go to school to become a cosmetologist. Women tend to have more fear about altering their hair, especially if it’s long. I used to be that way. Not now. I have no qualms about walking into a salon and chopping my hair off. I have no problem with highlighting or coloring my hair any sort of color. The color is especially easy because I know it’s USUALLY fixable. Though there was that one time in beauty college when I called my mom crying because I had dyed my hair kind of a purplish-black color. That was the closest I ever got to going goth.
Anyway, we’ll see how it goes. I’m enjoying my hair short, but as always - I’ve gotten bored of it already. I really wish we could be like those dolls that just wind their hair in and out. That would be much more efficient. And who needs room for brains anyway.
I was working on the computer and Oldest Daughter was over next to Youngest Daughter. I didn’t see what happened, but Youngest Daughter was suddenly laying on the floor, wailing.
The older one ran to me and I asked what happened. She said, “I’m COLORING!” I said, “I asked you what happened - WHAT happened?” She replied, “She fell.”
So Youngest Daughter came to me and I hugged her until she stopped crying. A moment later, Oldest Daughter paused in her coloring and said, “I told you a big lie, Mom.” I said, “Oh?” She nodded and said, “Yes. I told you a big lie. I felled her.”
Points for honesty… sort of. We need to work on her grammar.
Wow - I haven’t written in awhile, have I? Between following the election last week and then everyone and their dog getting sick around here, I guess I’ve been a tad busy. Well, and finally learning to use Facebook. That didn’t help.
I think your theory about you bringing home the plague as a carrier must be correct, because otherwise you would have caught this by now. Thank you - thank you for sharing. We love you, too.
Youngest Daughter is pretty thrilled with her newfound ability to climb all over furniture. Especially since that means she can now reach the light switches.
So this morning we had a light show. It was exciting.
I don’t know if it’s the weather or what, but I’m feeling pretty dang lackadaisical today. Any minute now, I’ll get enough motivation to clean up the house. At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself all morning.
