“let me get this straight,” bird asked incredulously, “the girls are in the kitchen doing all the work and the boys are just relaxing and watching TV?!”
“welcome to being a girl.” i said.
“i don’t like this one bit.” she replied.
“welcome to my life.”
one harsh life lesson down.
one billion to go.
i got the sheet music to ‘we are young’ by fun.
the girls and i were totally rockin’ out and singing at the top of our lungs late one night when suddenly we heard a loud thump in a house that should have only had us as the occupants.
mass hysteria and screaming ensued.
bird, seeing no place to run but the wall right behind her immediately tried to go through it.
sadly, she possesses no such powers to move through walls.
to put it bluntly, she is no shadow cat.
it ended badly.
and last, we have started to put up christmas decorations and this year the girls have wanted to help.
i like to hang christmas bulbs from the ceiling and that is the chore they wanted to do.
how much do i love my children?
with every bit of neurotic fiber in my body as i watched them clump them all together in one spot instead of spacing them throughout.
but now i have learned to be this:
the holiday was quiet this year with the big three up at their dad’s.
i missed them sorely.
i was even wanting to have to clean to toilet everyday because of bear’s enthusiastic peeing by the end.
now that is some missing.