It's sick

But it's not keeping Hellcat from being incredibly sassy. I get that the steriods could be making her a little crazy (think incredible hulk x 10), but it's the arguments in context that are NOT bronchitis related. Hellee managed to escape watchful eyes (I KNOW she did that on your watch Papa) and used what looked like 15 pink Sharpie highlighters to redesign her slide; then the throw rug; then the couches, being careful not to neglect ANY of the cushions OR the arm chair and ottoman; then the wall; then the giant print on the wall behind the couch.

Since I'm a calm and rational parent, I asked the stupid question "WHO DID THIS?" as I walked around and pointed at my new art deco second living room, and that evil parakeet yelled back "WHO DID THIS! WHO DID THIS!" MOCKING my efforts. I did get a "shorry" out of it; after Papa came over and demanded that she say it. I will own expensive things when the kids are gone and the dogs are dead, because right now that seems like a colossal waste of money.

Dad stayed home with her Tuesday and yesterday; I was home on Wednesday and made it through the second doctor appointment this morning at 9am and Papa is back at home with It. I'm calling it smart to know my limitations. That thing is brutal.

Sorry I forgot our anniversary

uhm, yeah. But you didn't remember either so... we're good right?

When the kids are gone and the dogs are dead...

Anyone who is forced to interact with me on a daily basis nows I say this often; probably too often, but I don't think they REALLY think I mean it. I find myself dreaming about this nearly everytime I have a chance to actually think about what I'm thinking about. Say this morning, when I was throwing the vacuum around trying to chase light dog hair all over my dark brown floors, LOUDING THINKING "When the kids are gone and the dogs are dead I will NOT be doing this at 9am on Saturday morning". Or when writing out $180 check for daycare every Friday morning, or when it takes about 38 minutes to get out of the house to go to Gilcrease Orchards; I could go on and on and on. When the kids are gone and the dogs are dead I'm gonna be LOADED, and my house will be CLEAN and I will come and go on the weekends as I please.

I hope I make it til then.

Waking Summer

My new favorite way of waking up Summer in the morning is to open the FRONT door and knock. She sleeps with Montgomery. He FREAKS OUT over the front door... Nuff said. :)

Gratitude by ommission

My husband pointed out this morning that we NEVER get a 'positive' response from Thing 2. It's only an agreement to what she will tolerate from us at the moment.

For instance; when given the choice between her DC sandals and her Elmo crocks (both which she loves; but again, won't share her emotions) the answer was provided by not getting excited to see or pick one out; it was by batting away the pair she DID NOT want to wear. So with a swoop of her angry paw the Elmos went flying and papa got his 3rd stink-eye flash of the morning. HOW DARE YOU shut off Barney. Balls, man, Balls.