Today is my last day of SB and I did not get as much done as I had hoped--at least not for myself, anyway. Monday, I did have lunch with my Festus freinds. I had running around to do before I picked up James from DC. Tuesday, I did some needed girl scout shopping with my co-leader. Rain, rain go away. Kevin skipped out on the last half of his work day to take his driver's tests. We (I) sat in the waiting room doing sudokus for about 2 hours. After driving to the place where they actually GIVE you the lisence, we had a late lunch together. Wednesday, I finished my Easter shopping and took Emma to a pediatric OB. No worries--she is fine. I was supposed to work a WW meeting in Festus, but we ran too late. Had dinner at mom's. Today I am working my WW meeting from yesterday. I will also clean house (no time for regular weekend cleaning this weekend), and file a bunch of papers from like last year at this time.
Tomorrow both kids will be with me as each of them is off school now. Taking them first to my dentist and hopefully, then home for some R&R (yeah, right). Saturday is my cousin, Anne's, wedding and Sunday is Easter. Fun. fun . fun. Whys is SB always busier than a normal week?
Speaking of Easter, why is it the only holiday that does not have a set day on the calendar? The first Sunday after the first full moon following the vernal equinox, are you kidding me? Why not just have that baby on the second Sunday in April? And why is the vernal equinox not on the same day evey year--March 20 or March 21--your guess is as good as mine. humph.
Emma has it stuck in her little mind that we hunted for eggs at our house last year. Gee, speaking as the Easter Bunny herself, I would think that I would remember hidding those suckers. Now she has James convinced that they will be searcing for eggs inside the house this Sunday morning. How come the Easter Bunny never hid eggs at my house when I was a kid? He always hid ours at our Grandparents' houses.
In the last two years, I have tried to avoid giving a ton of candy in the baskets. Toys, movies, etc,...I guess that is how Easter ends up to be almost as expensive as Christmas, huh? Emma told me not too long ago that she wants the Easter Bunny to bring her an alarm clock. "I want to be a big girl and get up by myself in the morning." So, when do I get to kiss on her to wake her up?
She does not want to stay with us after school--gotta go to the friend's house. She does not want me to wake her up with kisses anymore. When does the mommy torture end? Who said it was ok for her to grow up? Speaking of which, I am not sure that I ok'd them to teach my kid to read. Easter and Christmas lists MUST be hidden now. How dare them!
I might have a hard time 8 inches from now, when Emma does not need to have a booster seat. Which will be harder--fighting with James, because he still is not tall enough to go without, or knowing Emma is growing up so fast?
James got his first taste of soap Tuesday. I made him lick the bar of soap so he knew what it would taste like if I ever had to clean is dirty mouth. Orbit does not clean the mouths of dirty words like it says in the commercials. When I asked him last night at dinner, "what happens when you use mean words?" he sure did remember the nasty taste. About cried right there. Inside my head, that was pretty funny.
Parenthood has it's moments, but it is also pretty funny.
Happy Easter.
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