I feel a little body trying to wiggle into bed with me, when my incredibly-heightened sense of smell detects a waft of urine. Blast.
I jump up to dissuade her climbing into bed with me without being "mean." We groggily head to her bedroom. Sure enough, all blankets are soaked. And I mean soaked. Blast.
I give silent gratitude for the plastic sheet covering the mattress. Then I silently curse her top bunk bed position.
I hate changing sheets/blankets in the middle of the night. I hate doing laundry. I know it's not her fault, but it's really hard to not be mad. Especially since she "forgot" to wear her nighttime pull-ups.
I'm really, really frustrated.
But I don't say anything. I just try to hurry and get it done so I can go back to bed. So I don't say a word. Not a single word.
I'm finished. I help her in bed and then start to leave, when I'm stopped by a weak, "Hey, Mom?"
Sigh. Turn around.
"What, sweetheart?" a little more sharply than I intend.
"I love you - more than I ever have."
I'm climbing into bed; my heart is about to burst because I have the greatest kid ever.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Lacie: "I think you'd better come keep an eye on me."
Andrea: "Hey! I see you have a CTR ring."
Lady at church: "That's right. CTR: that means 'choose the right'."
Andrea: "I know. It's an acronym."
(the funny part of this -ism is the look on the lady's face when a 5 yr old so nonchalantly demonstrates that she knows what an acronym is.)
Mom: "Lacie, how'd you get so pretty?"
Lacie: "I ate lots of food."
Lacie: "Hey! Andrea is almost starting to like me now! ... Andrea? Do you like me now? ... Well, even if you don't, I'll still love you."
(rest assured, Andrea likes and loves Lacie as well)
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Well, not really. Wish I were.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
mind you, I'm only about 3 seconds along. this was a "6 day before" test, so technically I haven't even missed my period yet. and though I realize there are risks to announcing so soon, the way my body works I want to get all the credit I can for the sickness, exhaustion & already-expanding waistline (yes, already. some people can't catch a break).