In my world I have to cram school shopping and getting my daughter's closet ready for school. I so do not want to go into her bedroom. It depresses me.
I wish laundry fairies were real. I would pay to have laundry whisked into cleanliness. I would accept one of those dudes from Harry Potter and treat them like gold. Please please someone clean my daughter's room and fold all the laundry.
Well, nothing happened, so I guess it's off to take care of that because not only do I have all that laundry, we are taking a vacation the week before the start of school.
And then I have to think about Banjo lessons and when they will be. Gymnastics and making that happen.
She needs a haircut, and I get the joy of ear piercing.
After getting me to go three places for ear piercings, my daughter starts to hyperventilate in Wal-Mart. I had to calmly and firmly tell her to chill out, and bought the piercing kit myself. Are we going to pierce ears today?
Quite possibly. The very idea freaks me out. But she trusts me and wants them. Dear God, please let this go well.
I'm scared and can't show a single sign.
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