Mom will you...

"Mom will you come here and tell me how good my drawling are?" asks Noah after school. I love it.
 As he walks in and see's me typing this he says "Someone is going to see it and say Awe and then tell someone else and they will say, He's not MANLY!"

To cute!

My Last Party For Harley

I am so sad that Friday will be my last Party for Harley!! (and a little excited too, I am getting sick of all the parties, but not enough to not be sad) I can't believe she is already almost done with elementary school!! Time flies too fast, it seems like yesterday we were getting her ready for kindergarten. She would cry at the door everyday and I would just turn around and walk off to leave her to deal with it (my heart breaking with every step I took). Now I am being told how unfair it is that Scott and I get to make all the decisions in her life with tears (this stems from a conversation on which high school she would get to go to). I still can't get over how quickly life passes me by these days.

Lesson Learned

I hate having my children grow up and face new challenges and learning experiences. I have to admit I am so happy and proud to be blessed with great children (somewhere they mixed up giving us our payback trouble makers, but don't let anyone know). And what exactly am I talking about you might ask, well I will tell you. It all starts with a birthday party, a spend the night one at that. I am not a fan, but I have a great daughter who is a good girl. All week I tossed the idea around of letting her stay the night and just letting her have a late night. Finally Scott and I decided that we'd just let her stay the night.

The next day after she is home she comes to me and lets me know a couple of the girls decide to play True or Dare (a game not allowed in our house, because I know what starts happening as kids get older). She told them that she is not allowed to play and sits out and does her own thing. By this time the parents are asleep and unaware of what is going on. One of the girls dares everyone to get naked in front of each other. A couple of girls decided to opt out, obviously including Harley, so they have to go hang out in the closet. The girls who decided to participate were stinkers to those who didn't want to do this, knowing that it not ok. Harley said it stunk to be treated badly for standing up for what is right, but she would rather have that then do something she knows wasn't right.

I am so thankful that Harley will come and talk to me about these things. I am so thankful that she is a strong individual that will stand up for the values she believes in. I am thankful for the prompting to teach her we don't play truth or dare at a young age. I have been blessed with a daughter who is far better and stronger then me ( my son is too).

So the lesson of the story is...no sleepovers, no truth or dare, and it sucks to have your children grow up and have to worry about these kinds of things,

At the end of my rope

Today I am overly stressed. I don't know why I started the day that way. Maybe it is because I feel so far behind and wish that my house was cleaner and I didn't have a mountain of laundry sitting on my couch to clean. Who knows? Needless to say I woke up in a crappy mood. I can't talk myself into a run this morning, I just am so tired and my legs feel so fatigued, so I opt for yoga and hope that helps. I feel a little better and start to daily routine.

As I am getting things done I feel pretty good and my mood starts to improve. I may get to a good point today. I start getting a few things done in Harley's room and notice there are some things shoved under her bed, a constant fight around here. So I start pulling things out to make a pile for her to clean up when she gets home. Then I grab something sticky and gross. So I start digging more. There is this creamish-brownish goo all over the place. The girl decided to disobey me last night and sneak make a concoction that is supposed to be an awesome conditioner that make your hair super shiny. All I can remember that is in it is evaporated milk and honey. No wonder why it smells like dough!

I am livid. Now the carpet has a yellowish stain (not the first or the last). That isn't even the part that bothers me the most. It is the blatant disregard to my "Not tonight, we can do it this weekend when we are not so crazy." (FYI This is a terrible busy week) You think that it is probably good that I have time before she gets home to cool down, that is what I thought at first. Now i realize that I am just going to have a few hours to stew and get worked up, so let's pray getting this written down helps.

To top it off my dumb dog decided to tear apart the trash can! I need to be minus two dogs or a child right now. Have I ever mentioned I hate my dogs? Well I do.