the fairy's mission

One of the hardest silent jobs of being a parent is the act of being the Tooth Fairy. Another tooth came out last night amidst many tears. Poor thing thought everyone would laugh at her since it's one of those upper front teeth this time (and, let me tell you, it's a large gaping hole, lol!) but I consoled her and told her that everyone's teeth come out at her age and that half her class looks like swiss cheese. We got out her special tooth fairy box and found the perfect spot for it under her pillow. Since I'm up so early in the morning, I figured I'd just do my job in the wee hours. Sticking to my schedule, I tiptoed in with tooth payment in hand and slipped my hand under her pillow. No box. I shuffled my fingers around and couldn't find it anywhere, but I did manage to wake her up. Uh-oh! Luckily she thought it was still bedtime and said goodnight to me. Whew! I put my hand behind the bed and found it resting on the inside headboard. I plucked it up and placed it back under her pillow in case she wasn't as asleep as I thought, left the room and prayed that she'd fall back asleep. I muttered a few select words at myself for not being so careful, but that's another blog, hehe! 1/2 hour later, I crept back in and she was snoozing away. Whew again! I got the box and snuck to my room to do the exchange more quietly. No tooth in the box. Argh! Well, at least I had the box, I put the money in and replaced it. She was so happy that the tooth fairy came, which makes all the little frustrations so worth it :)! Still, I'll be glad when I can retire from the fairy position and will wear the newly sprouted gray hair proudly, hehe!

ps. I found the tooth on the floor behind her bed ;)

like looking in a mirror

I got this from a friend today. Hhmmm, seems she's been watching me, lol!

Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mailbox earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.

But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only 1 check left.
My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking.

I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.

The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye - they need water.

I put the Coke on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table. I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:
- the car isn't washed
- the bills aren't paid
- there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter
- the flowers don't have enough water,
- there is still only 1 check in my checkbook,
- I can't find the remote,
- I can't find my glasses,
- and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day, and I'm really tired. I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.

anyone see that truck?

I'm so tired, I feel like I got hit by a truck. The sleepover Saturday night started it, more energy got zapped on Sunday and last night... let's just say that my husband snores. Every time he got quiet, I was treated to a sprinkling of slumber but WHAM he'd start snorting again and wake me right back up. Thankfully, it's not every night but when he snores he sure can cut wood, lol! I'm off to water my garden (no energy to do much else, except maybe buy some glass, hehe!) and decide on a quick dinner for the family.

dreams and sleepovers

We have friends who are building their dream home. It's on a five acre lot in 'horse country' and they'll also be building a stable to house their three horses. When they bought the property almost three years ago, they were beaming. You couldn't help but feel their joy! I think, for them, it was the idea that they'd be able to take care of their horses right outside their home instead of having to board them and visit them. The back-and-forth can be very draining. Owning five acres of gorgeous country land could have them floating on air, also! Fast forward to today, they're still living in the little two bedroom trailer on that property, trucking in water monthly and waiting for the local government to clear them on issues such as water well placement for their ground water and the pile of additional permits that they need to get their home built. It's very frustrating, and I give them such credit for sticking with it. The up side is, their horses are outside the trailer and they're together on their property. All that said, they really enjoy spending weekends away to get a break from the trailer life.

Last night, their youngest came over for a sleepover and what a hoot! We had a pizza party and watched movies (okay, I mostly hid from them and the noise but I was never more than a room away, hehe!). She skipped up to me at one point and said "it's ssooo nice to use a real bathroom instead of the tiny trailer bathroom!". It was sad and hysterical at the same time! The kids had planned to stay up and 'beat the record' for how late each could stay awake but DH put an end to the great plans at 11:30pm. Thank you, Matt! I was so tired but didn't want to be the mean mommy, hehe! (growing up, I remember my sleepovers and my mother hissing through her clenched teeth "you and your friends need to be quiet or else your father will have to come out here" lol!) He's off to work today so I'm left with the bunch of them, leftover pizza for lunch, more movies, and I'll probably be coerced into creating some fancy girlie hair styles for them. All those years of reading Glamour magazine really pay off once you have girls ;)