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I was washing my little girl’s hair yesterday and out of the blue I started singing this song. I haven’t done that since I was a little girl myself. Growing up, we watched a lot of old movies (which weren’t quite as old back then) and I loved South Pacific. I still can sing most of the songs from it. Anyways, after seeing this movie as a little girl I would sing this song every time I washed my hair. My mother would sing it along with me too. No one knew though, that when I sang it, I was trying to wash my daddy out of my hair. Not my stepfather, but my biological father who had left us. I wanted him outta my hair, I wanted to stop loving him so that I could stop missing him.
My little girl latched onto the snappy tune right away and at I first I felt bad about passing it on but then I realized that is quite a snappy little tune and that her daddy will always be here for her, no matter what. And that makes me a very happy mommy.
Everything about you is especially fine.
I love what you are, I love what you do…
Oooooo, I love you!”
And a very Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you!
lyrics: Sandra Boynton
We came home the other day and she headed straight to her room. I (as usual) headed straight to the kitchen to start dinner. “Mommy,” she said as she stuck her head out her door, “I need some privacy.” And she turned on her Hannah Montana cd (‘Santa’ brought it, not me) and closed her door.
By the way…she’s four.
As in one, two, three, four…
*sighs*
Just one of many reasons I haven’t been around much lately. Life in this dimension is demanding my attention…and I’m giving it before it passes me by.
(But I did finally get to my comments that all you lovely people left me…)
…it’s too warm up there and the chocolate gets all soft and squishy.
Today I was feeling overwhelmed again (as usual). There’s a million and one things to be done and I’m still having to rest my ankle and hobble around on crutches. I never imagined I’d be out of commission for so long and most of my up-and-able-to-accomplish-things time has been spent in the office. Yet, I’ve been putting off so many thing here at home that just can’t be put off any longer (or I’m going to go bald).
I started tearing up – that happens when I feel like I can’t breathe.
My husband reminded me to just do “the most important things” and that anything else could wait. I, of course, put everything on the “most important” list (I wonder if that’s why I get so overwhelmed eh?). He knew exactly what I was doing and told me to just stop for a moment and really think about what was the most important…
And now my little girl’s Halloween costume has been altered and it fits her much, much better.
…and I’m always one to rush it.
But you just can’t rush it.
Really, there’s no rushing.
I worked 7.5 hours today. On top of the 6 hours I put in yesterday it was too much. I can’t sleep because I’m in so much pain and the Vicodin isn’t even touching it.
I don’t know how I’m going to work tomorrow. I don’t know how I’m not going to work tomorrow. I should call in. My doctor would probably be pissed if he found out that I’ve done what I’ve done.
I don’t want to call in. I don’t like telling people that I can’t do something. I don’t like being limited. I don’t like being weak. But gosh, I don’t know how I’m going to get through another day…and this just can’t be good if it hurts this much (my pain-o-meter doesn’t always function properly so it’s seriously hard for me to tell the difference between ‘good’ pain and ‘bad’ pain).
Okay…so maybe I’m not weak. Maybe I just had surgery a week ago and they busted up my ankle pretty good (all in the name of healing). But it frustrates the hell out of me that I can’t take care of myself…and it’s even more frustrating that I’m dependant upon others. I often wish (in more ways that one) that I was one of those completely self-sufficient people…but they’re probably not even real. They’re probably just some urban mythical creature…heck, they might even ride unicorns.
Do you know that I always, always end up crying at the end of a Nanny 911 episode? Always.
Do you know that I really desperately need a haircut and a fashion make over? I can’t remember the last time I bought something that wasn’t on the sale rack. Heck, I can’t remember the last time I ventured into a dressing room without a little someone in tow. Men have NO IDEA how hard it is to make fashion decisions with a running commentary that sounds like this: “Mommy are you done yet? That’s pretty. And tomorrow when we go to see Nana… Mommy are you done yet? I need to go potty. I’m hungry. Can we go now? But I need a new toy Mommy. Can I get a cookie?”
I was watching a new show on Bravo about this woman who takes over a hair salon for a week. I can’t think of her name right now but she’s just fabulous! I love her. I think I want to be her when I grow up…
The whole family around the kitchen sink helping me wash my hair.
Amazing how much better being clean makes a person feel.
Now, back to our slumber party…
The birthday party was a huge success!
Doctor gave her a clean ’script and all was well.
Mommy was busy trying to capture it all on camera of course…and forgot to change the ISO back from 1600. Argh! So all my pics are more than a tad bit grainy. (At least I charged the battery though …)
Happy Birthday baby girl…
I love you all the way to the moon….and back!
Birthday Party Checklist:
þ Hello Kitty Cake (with butterflies)
þ Hello Kitty Balloons
þ Hello Kitty Streamers
þ Hello Kitty Plates
þ Hello Kitty Napkins
þ Hello Kitty Cups
þ Hello Kitty “Happy Birthday” Banner
þ Hello Kitty Tablecloth
þ Hello Kitty Wrapping Paper
þ Wrap Presents
þ Charge Camera Battery
þ Put Battery Back in Camera
I think we’re all set.
Now we just need the all clear from the doctor that we don’t have strep throat (again). Thank goodness for the 9-12 Saturday morning clinic. Worst case scenario it’ll have to be a small party but Nana and Poppy are already here so it’ll be fun no matter what!
Only took her over two hours to get to sleep tonight. You’d think it was Christmas or something.. :)
¨ Sleep for Mommy
¨ Color Mommy’s hair
¨ Doctor Appointment
Who wants to bet I only get two out of those three done tomorrow?
P.S. Couldn’t find that happy little tune above in English but had to share…
talking about the sun, originally uploaded by _anjolie_.
it’s not her job to make life worth living
but somedays that’s exactly what she does…
we were drawing pictures in the sand with our feet
i drew a heart
“is that my heart mommy?” she asked.
“yes, love, that’s your heart,” i replied.
“oh, thank you mommy!” she exclaimed….and then she drew me a heart too.
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