Having kids that are good readers makes me really proud. I am secretly thrilled when I find The Athlete staying up late to finish a chapter or two.
Having kids that tell me I shouldn't drink from a cup that says "Make your own damn dinner" does not make me proud. I wish they couldn't read that.
Or my emails over my shoulder.
Or my text messages from my girlfriends.
E and I are due for a date night.
Life is stressful right now and we just feel like worker bees, and housekeepers and check writers.
We need to drink some cocktails and stay up late talking about something besides our kids and the scheduling conflicts we have next week.
There are some people in my life right now that I am not sure are worth it.
I am intensely loyal and hold tightly to people that have touched my heart. But I am working a LOT harder lately on them being in my life than they are. I'm not sure how much longer that can last.
Even the idea of it makes me sad.
My daughter and I are oil and water sometimes. Or we could just be the same person in different packages. I dunno.
She's developed a significant disdane for showering lately. I don't quite get it since getting beautiful is her FAVORITE.THING.EVER. but I guess she doesn't make the connection that you gotta be clean, too.
Just in case I was wondering how she really felt about taking a shower this week, she wrote a letter.
And "I mene never in my hole live" have I been so damn afraid of a kindergartener.
HAPPY FRIDAY, Friends. Go see Mamarazzi and Glamazon or more Friday confessionals. They'll make your day.