Children are perplexing

Yesterday, my bright, clever, 7-year-old daughter walked through the kitchen, PAST her father who was IN the kitchen, to the bathroom where I was enjoying a moment of quiet reflection, opened the door, and said, "Can I have a glass of milk?"

That should be a Hallmark card

My husband just said the four greatest words to me:

"Your butt looks smaller."

Parenting FAIL

I was home for exactly 4 minutes last night, in between a hair appointment and a rehearsal. (The sophisitication of my new 'do considerably undercut by the fact that my dinner was a peanut butter sandwich and a Bear Paw...)


S: But we only got to see you this morning!

Me: I know! I wish I didn't have to go, too.

K: And the last time I saw you, you were yelling at me!


Ooof.


Also, mental note to self: If I buy things to give to the children for Christmas, I must be sure to put them away somewhere, so the children don't come downstairs one day WEARING the new clothes.

The times, they aren't a-changin'

I had one goal for this weekend.

And by Sunday evening, I still hadn't done it.

I sat down and tried to do it on Sunday afternoon, and promptly fell asleep.

So I was left trying to do it on Sunday night, during the Emmy commercial breaks.

This means that I have exactly the same work habits I had as a student. You always think, "Oh, if I could go back and do it again, I'd do all of my homework as soon as I got home, and then I'd have the rest of the weekend to relax..." But no, apparently if I had it to do over again, I would still spend the weekend worrying about something that had to get done, but not actually DOING it.

The only difference now is that I didn't spend all day Saturday farting around Square One mall.

A classic from the vaults

DH was reminiscing the other night about the time he and E were watching TV together. She was 3 or 4 years old.

A beer commercial came on, and E looked at DH and said, "Oooh, you should try that Pop! I bet you'd like that one!"

DH: "You know, E, I never met a beer I didn't like."

E nodded knowingly.

"Yeah. And I never met a cookie I didn't like."

The mind wobbles

No word of a lie: today, my hair looks like Hot Lips Houlihan's.

Which reminds me:  the other day at work, I was walking around with all my keys jangling, and I said I felt like Schneider. <crickets> The two guys I was speaking with had no idea who that was.

Which also reminds me: we have a grade 9 student helping out on a show I'm working on. I put on a big, black, curly wig as part of my costume, and started singing If I Could Turn Back Time. <crickets> "I don't know who that is."

Can you believe that there are people alive right now who have no CONCEPT of Cher? I mean, love her or hate her--to just have no idea that she even exists?

The mind wobbles. (Name THAT reference!)

Thank you for noticing...

S to me as I was corralling everyone out the door this morning:

"Hey Mommy! You haven't reached full-on freak out mode!"

Time warp?

This is weird.

Last week, I saw not one, not two, but THREE dudes sporting a 90's long hair look.  Like this guy:

Not Gord, or the other pouffy haired guys, but the one on the right. The one who, I believe, has stuck with that hair style through thick and thin and the subsequent passing of two decades, god bless 'im.

This weekend I saw a dude who was so clearly in the '80's, it was amazing. If I could've figured out a way to inconspicuously take his picture with my phone I would've. Scratch that. If I could've figured out a way to take his picture with my phone, period.

Suffice it to say, he had hair like this:

Glasses like this (INSIDE the mall, natch):

And I'm pretty sure he was wearing this shirt:

But here's the kicker:

He was too young to be 'stuck' in the '80's. He had clearly just embraced the '80's. Wholeheartedly.

So, I don't know what's going on, but if I see a dude looking like this next weekend, I'll know that something's up:

Something AWESOME.

Well, it's a look

Nothing says "I give up" quite like putting on a different coloured nail polish over your chipped and grown out pedicure.

Also, my hair was doing such a weird Farrah Fawcett flip thing today, I had no choice but to opt for a pony tail.

Which will highlight the 10 minute root touch up I did last night, that has left a decidedly Sun-In tinge to the whole thing.

Look out world, here comes Mrs. C!

Who ARE these people?

So, good news, Web Kinz were on sale at Carlton Cards stores this weekend.

I know!!

We managed to talk the girls out of going there Friday night (because, frankly, DH had stopped at the LC on the way home, and the patio was just too lovely to let it sit empty that evening), and we convinced them to 'do chores' (AKA help clean the house) Saturday morning, in order to 'earn' the Web Kinz.

So maybe not a gold star in parenting, but at least a silver or bronze, I would think, for making them put forth an effort before getting the things. Though I'm still torn over that, because helping to clean the house is just part of being a member of society, isn't it? Nobody buys ME a Web Kinz when I clean the bath tub! Boy, if I got a toy for every time I cleaned the bath tub, I'd have....half a dozen toys by now! :-)

Then the girls got invited out for a swim.

So there was a moment of high drama, when they couldn't decide whether they wanted to go swimming or go get the Web Kinz.

Now, I'm going to share the blame here, because this was actually DH's idea:

"Okay, guys, here's what we'll do. You go to O's for a swim, and Mummy and I will go to the store. Mummy will take a picture of the Web Kinz, send it to O's mom, and then you can pick the Web Kinz you would like."

I know!!

So, I drop the the kids off at O's, and start to explain the plan to O's mom. The best part was, I got as far as "So, I'll take a picture of the Web Kinz..." and then O's mom nodded and added, as if this were perfectly normal behaviour, "...And then you'll text it to me and the girls can pick what they want? Of course, no problem!"

And then she added:

"As our parents no doubt would've done for us."

And we laughed.

Because we're the parents who say 'where did this sense of entitlement come from? Why do kids these days seem to run the show? WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH PARENTS THESE DAYS?'

And yet, I am apparently one of those parents.

But this shouldn't come as a big surprise, because, as I've mentioned before...I have no idea what I'm doing.