Because I really am that awesome a mom...
For valentines, I made my traditional pancakes---in the shape of hearts. I also gave them pink milk.
According to my 8 year old... I 'so-rock'.
I also threw caution to the wind, and cancelled school... and took them shopping.
Truth is:
I had sewn in M's zipper 4 times WRONG because I have managed to lose my only zipper foot. And anyone who sews, knows what silky fabric looks like when you put in and take out 4 times a zipper that's been sewn in crooky.
I wanted the chop the dress into little pieces, and throw the whole mess away.
Alas, I am cheap. So I didn't.
Also---This ugly sleety, crusty snow that Kansas contains, has taken a toll on my kids. They don't enjoy sledding over razor sharp crunchy ice-covered snow. The wind literally sucks the life out of them, and renders them crabby, so they don't even bother going outside. THat, and PMS has taken a stronghold on 3 of the female teen variety of our household. And even more exciting, my son has taken on a new attitude, for which (by his own admission) I have The 'Suite' twins, Zach and Cody to thank for... and he has made the girls want to stab him with their nail files, tie him up and gag him, alienated the girls...and generally TORQUED ME OFF. Not sucha suite life, after all.
And truthfully, we needed to find some formal shoes for M's big date Saturday.
Ever taken 5 kids shoe shopping, for a girl who has size 4 feet...and is picky?
Ever taken a look at what size 4 has to offer in the way of formal shoes?
If she ever wants to wear the Barbie shoes with blinking heels, velcro with charms, she's all set. The 8-year-old was baffled by the lack of interest of the 16year-old... and positively stunned that her big sister did not find the pink sequined ballet-styled shoes a 'must-own'.
My stomach gave a growl, and I steeled myself around my resolve NOT to stop that the "happydrivethrough".I'm an ignoramus...... as we load up in the car "WE ARE NOT NOT, I REPEAT NOT stopping for McD's." My oldest 2 just look at each other and smile, that knowing look.
So I showed them.
I only ordered a chicken sandwhich for each of them, and each set of 2 had to share a drink.
Because that's just howcheap giving I am.
*sigh*
**I did manage to get the zipper in finally. And it isn't nearly as bad as I thought it was.
**Phew**
According to my 8 year old... I 'so-rock'.
I also threw caution to the wind, and cancelled school... and took them shopping.
Truth is:
I had sewn in M's zipper 4 times WRONG because I have managed to lose my only zipper foot. And anyone who sews, knows what silky fabric looks like when you put in and take out 4 times a zipper that's been sewn in crooky.
I wanted the chop the dress into little pieces, and throw the whole mess away.
Alas, I am cheap. So I didn't.
Also---This ugly sleety, crusty snow that Kansas contains, has taken a toll on my kids. They don't enjoy sledding over razor sharp crunchy ice-covered snow. The wind literally sucks the life out of them, and renders them crabby, so they don't even bother going outside. THat, and PMS has taken a stronghold on 3 of the female teen variety of our household. And even more exciting, my son has taken on a new attitude, for which (by his own admission) I have The 'Suite' twins, Zach and Cody to thank for... and he has made the girls want to stab him with their nail files, tie him up and gag him, alienated the girls...and generally TORQUED ME OFF. Not sucha suite life, after all.
And truthfully, we needed to find some formal shoes for M's big date Saturday.
Ever taken 5 kids shoe shopping, for a girl who has size 4 feet...and is picky?
Ever taken a look at what size 4 has to offer in the way of formal shoes?
If she ever wants to wear the Barbie shoes with blinking heels, velcro with charms, she's all set. The 8-year-old was baffled by the lack of interest of the 16year-old... and positively stunned that her big sister did not find the pink sequined ballet-styled shoes a 'must-own'.
My stomach gave a growl, and I steeled myself around my resolve NOT to stop that the "happydrivethrough".I'm an ignoramus...... as we load up in the car "WE ARE NOT NOT, I REPEAT NOT stopping for McD's." My oldest 2 just look at each other and smile, that knowing look.
So I showed them.
I only ordered a chicken sandwhich for each of them, and each set of 2 had to share a drink.
Because that's just how
*sigh*
**I did manage to get the zipper in finally. And it isn't nearly as bad as I thought it was.
**Phew**
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