You all know what an Awesome Mommy I am, so of course I ignored her... I mean, really. what five year old do YOU know who openly admits they're tired?!
It became apparent that she was, indeed, worn the crap out. Got the food boxed & headed home. After mommy finished her Winter Lager.
- eat my french dip & broccoli
- pour & drink my red wine
- wash dishes & clean up kitchen
- drag out kitchen-aid mixer (seriously, if ever i feel threatened, the sheer fact that i can pick up and carry that BEAST should frighten the threatening being the hell away from me)
- grease & flour foil loaf pans
- measure out the correct ingredients in correct places for Pumpkin Bread (sidebar: slight moment of panic when i thought i had no canned pumpkin. alas, i still have 4 cans left from two years ago when Tim told me there was a shortage and i hoarded canned pumpkin).
- mix, pour & get loaf pans into oven. even saved a smidge of batter for eileen. (salmonella be damned!)
- clean up kitchen, put ribbon on unisex $5 kid gift (ok i suck, i spent $8) that bill had wrapped
apparently bill is a good wrapper, but has a fear of ribbons & bows. to be fair, while i was doing all that stuff, bill was doing laundry, catering to little miss, feeding the animals, and generally ensuring that i remained sane. ("sane," of course, being relative to this girl).
so yeah. it was roughly 9pm by the time i herded eileen upstairs. opted for moving bath time to friday morning.
in bed, eileen yawned. this after conning me into finishing her Katie Kazoo book.
"see mommy! i TOLD you i was tired." ahem. yes dear.
she finally passes out. bill & i then deconstruct the rappelling scene. a noisy affair despite attempted silence.
thank you White Noise in eileen's room.
after feeding chuckie his pumpkin bread (see above photo), we crawled into bed.
fast forward to this morning. up early. despite being as ready as could have been with regards to eileen's school party, there were STILL details to be finished up. and the dog to camp. and the blasted bath for eileen. (i know, she's only five. how dirty can she be? she probably could have skipped it. but i can't deal with that. i'm vein. and i mean, if i'm going to give her a complex and pass along the vanity, i may as well start early).
In order to convince her to move.her.biscuits (biscuits = pleasant kid friendly word for ass) i tell her it's a race. bill's taking gracie to camp. we HAVE to be done with bath before he's home, so we can win. OMG it worked. not only were we done, she was dressed & we were blowing her hair dry when he got home. yes, i dry her hair. most mornings i also flat iron it. and hairspray it. which is usually just before i apply her lipgloss. (if you think i'm kidding, just ask bill).
eileen yawning while i dry her hair.
"HA! see?!? when you stay up TOO late you're still tired the next day! that's why mommy wanted to go to sleep last night when you kept chatting."
"mommy! i am not tired. it's the hair dryer. i always yawn when you dry my hair"
bwahahaha. a total & complete fabrication. but i give the kid some credit for being quick on her feet, right!?
oh, and before i wrap this up. speaking of lip gloss. it just so happens one of my girlfriends is a makeup artist. an almost exclusively bobbi brown makeup artist. now, until my genius, gorgeous, immensely talented friend came along, i was a clinique girl. since about age 13. oh my. i am now addicted to bobbi brown. (electric bill or new concealer? tough call). so said friend knows that i am particularly addicted to super shiny sparkly awesome lipgloss. and she gave me some for christmas. along with a beautiful gorgeous shimmer brick. eileen spotted that new compact like a hawk finding rotting flesh. loved the pretty colors. and insisted i put it on her.
so yes folks. we have a five year old princess. as addicted to bobbi brown lipgloss, and now shimmer bronzer, as her mommy. i have accomplished what i set out to do. Vanity complex instilled in child.
that is all.
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