Tuesday, July 25, 2006

I've got to get a bigger note pad!

In my "Murphy's Law" post, I made a note to self: Don't cut BratGirl2's hair when she wants it short. Hmmmm... I cut it anyway. Twice. Not too short. Not as short as I cut BratGirl1's hair in June. But still, it's fairly short. And, what do you know? BratGirl2 still likes it, even 3 days later. I guess wonders never cease. Still, I've got to get a bigger notepad!

Friday, May 12, 2006

Busy busy busy....

...that pretty much sums up the last two months, and the next 4 weeks. If I can just make it until the middle of June....

Really, it's a love-hate thing with busyness. I love the flurry of activity, the "never being bored," the satisfaction of finally accomplishing something. However, I miss having time to stop and smell the roses. I long for lazy mornings, snuggling with my 3 kids before I get up, soaking up the sweet smell of promise that lingers in their hair. I dream of time to have a hobby, or start a business, or write a book.

Busy busy busy busy.... Wait.... I see a rosebud getting ready to bloom....

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Picture Day and Murphy's Law

Why is it that, if it can go wrong, it will? I should have known. After all, it's picture day today!

We tried really hard to eliminate any chance of having a problem. BratGirl1 had her fit last night, trying to pick out an outfit. She chose a grubby pink camoflage t-shirt and a black ruffly skort. I nixed the shirt, and she cried and complained, before settling on a brown & pink skort/shirt outfit. (Why was I not surprised when she chose her pink cowboy boots to wear with it?!) At any rate, BratGirl2 chose an outfit, too, and even a back-up outfit that she has worn before, just in case. (We all know how she can be a little psycho in the morning, but, then again, can't we all?!)

Fast forward to this morning. BratGirl2 gets up, a little grumpy, and proceeds to have a melt-down because her top is uncomfortable. So, she changes. Once again, the outfit is uncomfortable. Another melt-down. She finally picks out a different outfit, and has to wear a t-shirt underneath (her "underneath shirt," as she calls it.) Of course, the blouse is a deep red and has a wide neck with a draw-string, and her t-shirt has a hot-pink crew neck, but she presses on. By the time she's finally dressed, we have 10 minutes to get out the door, and she still doesn't have her hair done.

The hair.... Oh, why did she want bangs cut? And why did I cut them? She did love them at first, and looked so cute with them in the beginning, but now she refuses to let me fix them; they're always frizzy because she doesn't want me to straigten them, and she pins them back or wears a headband, because "they poke my eyes!" Half of the time, they're sticking straight up! (Note to self: don't cut her hair off when she decides she wants it short; she'll hate it in two days, and you won't be able to fix it!) Anyway, we talked about her hair last night, and she agreed that I could fix her bangs so they look nice for photos. Of course, when I did fix them (and they were well above her eyes!) she threw another hissy fit, and cried for 10 minutes about not feeling well, not wanting to go to school, not wanting her picture taken, etc.

(In the mean time, I was making their lunches and needed the granola bars that I bought yesterday. They were in my trunk, and I discovered that I had left 2 dozen eggs in my trunk all day yesterday! If it were still cold out, that wouldn't be a big deal, but it was 70+ degrees yesterday, and my car sat out all day in the sun! Hmmmmmmm..... I guess I should throw them in the trash-- and not at something!)

Well, to make my very long story a tad bit shorter, I finally got them out the door and to the school parking lot at 8:21. (School starts at 8:15.) I get out of the car to give them their daily hug and kiss, and BratGirl2 wraps her sweet arms around my neck, kisses me 4,000 times, squeezes me tight, says "I love you, Mommy!" and walks, smiling, to class.

How's that for "repentence"?!! (Nope, I wouldn't change her for anything!)

Monday, January 2, 2006

Happy 2006!

Well, another crazy year is behind us, and another crazy year is before us. What does 2006 hold in store for each of us? Will I finally get around to starting a photography business? Will BratDad find the career of his dreams? Will the BratGirls stop fighting? Will BabyBrat ever eat? What resolutions can I make, that I won't break next week? So many unknowns.... Yet, I find myself hopeful. Excited. Full of anticipation. I feel like it's Christmas eve, I'm 6, and I can't wait to open my gifts in the morning. Will I get that new Breyer Horse I wanted? Or a new bike? Remember that feeling? It's a love-hate thing: you love the excitement, but hate the waiting. You love the unwrapping, the revealing, but hate cleaning up afterward. Life is kind of like that, don't you think?

At any rate, enjoy these next 52 weeks. Enjoy them, day-by-glorious-day. All 363 of them (it IS January 2nd, you know!) Learn from the bad days; bask in the beauty of the good ones. Be better. Be kinder. Be more expressive. Be more loving. These are MY resolutions. Will I mess up occassionally? Yes. But I'll pick myself up off the floor, dust the cat hair off my pants, and move on.

Until next time...