Great Moments In Parenting

S is leaving the house this morning with this song stuck in her head:

Parenting is glamourous, pt 2

Well, we all survived 4 weeks of DH being out of town.

But this past week, I had pretty much given up on proper meal preparations (not that I'm ever too committed to them anyway), so Wednesday night was 'Anything Night.'

My dinner that evening? The crusts from everyone's sandwiches.

Philosophizing

I was trying to have a serious moment with the girls last night, so I carefully launched into the wisdom bomb I was about to drop...

"Wait, girls, seriously, I need you to listen to this. Now, sometimes in life..."

I paused for a breath and E pounced on it with her impeccable timing:

"Wait, do you mean, like, the game?"

Ten minutes of laughing.

"Yes E, I need to tell you that sometimes in life, you'll be driving around and your peg-shaped children will fall out of your car. That's the lesson I wanted to share."

And I'm okay with that

Embarrassing but true (which could also be the name of this blog)--I've been Zumba-ing and Dance Party-ing all this time because I secretly had this fantasy that on my 40th birthday I would suddenly emerge looking fantastic. Like some sort of Biggest Loser-Spring-Out-Through-A-Picture-Of-Me-In-Pyjama-Pants kind of moment--even though I haven't been sequestered, and people would've seen me immediately before I sprang out, but whatever...

But yesterday, when I ate not one, not two, but THREE doughnuts...I had to admit to myself that I may not be as committed to that goal as I thought.

I'm torn

We went to church on Good Friday.

It's a very long and solemn service.

About 10 minutes in, K gave me the universal signs for "I'm hungry" and "I'm thirsty."

As the service dragged on, she started getting more and more restless.

When we got to the part when the cantor sang who we were supposed to pray for, and it just...kept...going...K started clawing at her face and lying down on the pew, and basically acting like every minute spent there was slowly killing her.

And I was torn, because I knew I should discipline the behaviour--but really, we were all thinking the same thing.

That's quite a back story

E was playing 'vet' the other day, and someone brought her a patient and she said, "Oh good, money, money, money!"

And S said, "You don't need money, you're a vet!"

E replied, "Well, I'm still living in my parents' basement, so I need to get enough money to buy my own house."

When did socio-economic concerns enter into schoolyard games?

Lovely

Nice--when did I turn into that old woman who burps all the time?

Also, I had a wicked stomach ache last night. In my twenties, I would've just assumed I ate something that didn't agree with me. Now that I'm older, I was all "OH MY GOD, I'M DYING."

Getting older is not pretty.