Aren't you so enthralled with the above title? I'm eris coming around. One of her first questions she asked was "Why don't you have kids of your own?", followed by "Would you have taken us, if Little one was older". She completely parentifies her relationship/role with Little one and wants to make sure if I'm giving Little one her required medicine, changing her frequently - etc. She is a great helper and is starting to communicate more appropriately for her age. I took the girls to Cold Stone ice cream today and she said she had never been. I asked her if she had ever heard of Chuck E. Cheese and she said she had heard about it but never been (my mind racing - isn't their motto - where a kid can be a kid?).
I'm pretty sure I heard the washer and dryer both sigh this morning which reminds me that I want to have Duane put up a clothesline. We are doing laundry around the clock.... I got to pick Little one nose for about 25 minutes yesterday and that was more fun than should be allowed. The real hum dinger was the whole LICE issue we eradicated (she types as she itches her head, ACCCCCCK - I hope I don't have bugs) - the positive out of the lice experience is that Little one can now say buggy. She screamed bloody murder the entire time I washed her hair with the lice shampoo and then with the gel/comb process. I miss her terribly when she naps and feel so overwhelmed that when I sit down I just want to take a nap myself though I can hear the 50 million things rattling off in my mental to-do list.
Ok, I'm done. It's not complaining, more like updating and venting all at once. I've always known I was not cut out to be a SAHM and this week is the proof behind the statement. I have always admired and respected my IRL BFF and sister in law +many friends for being able to stay home and stay sane. My strengths lie elsewhere.
I'm hoping to escape - I mean leave the house for a few hours on Sunday to watch the new Sex in the City movie. YAY.