Naomie, my youngest at 28 months… is usually my sweetest, loving, calm one.  She’s the one that will run to you and give you a hug out of nowhere… the one that will pet your face as she kisses you, the one who reads a book on the couch during the chaos getting the other kids out the door on time in the morning. Usually.

Yesterday, she was such a pain in the you know what… I should have known the type of day I was going to have when she first woke up and absolutely refused to get out of her bed on her own. She whined until dh went to get her… she whined about the breakfast, she didn’t want rice krispies, she wanted raisin bran.. she didn’t want the princess bowl, she wanted the pink bowl… she didn’t want the red cup, she wanted the blue cup… then she wanted help. To eat. Now… if you know me well..this is where I draw the line.  She’s perfectly capable of feeding herself, she’s even starting to use a knife properly. I get that she wants to be little again sometimes…especially now that she visits with a 20 month old daily, between when I leave for work and dh gets home…  but come on.  I don’t want to take the time to sit down and feed her. Not when she can do it on her own. Arg. Pick your battles….and today I didn’t feel like fighting it.

As I’m feeding her, the darn puppy got into the garbage. I hear a rustle in the kitchen… and think… is there anything on the floor that I might not have put away… no… oh crap, the garbage!!!!! I rush in, and sure enough, the little brat was munching away on leftover dinner from last night. Ewwww…. I stuck her outside and cleaned up. Meanwhile Naomie’s still whining because she’s ready!!!! for another bite.

Half an hour later… finally settled in… and I set up Naomie with a Dora video while I clean up from the morning’s preparation.  15 minutes of quiet… hurray!

After the video, she really got upset because I wouldn’t let her watch it again… I tried distracting her with other stuff, she wasn’t having it AT ALL.  She’s not one to pitch fits… but she was on the ground, kicking and screaming… thrashing… Ugh. Emilie hasn’t done this in sooooo long, so she probably picked it up at the sitter’s. Booooo. Oh well… it could be worse.

I leave for work… and stop at a department store on the way, to pick up some ties for my “band”… we agreed that we’d all dress in black, with different colored ties. Loser-ish? Perhaps… but it’s all in fun so who cares! So I pick up 9 ties, for everyone, with an extra. They’re all differently colored mostly solid ties… I didn’t realize that ties were so darn expensive. I don’t know why, but I was expecting them to be 10 - 15$… ya know.. but no, the cheapest I found was 17$!!! After reduction!!!  Anyways, for the 9 ties, I dropped 192.20$. Had they not been reduced… I’d have paid over 250$ for them all…. gross. Thankfully, I will be reimbursed by the others, minus the cost of my own. We’re just going to split the cost between those of us who use one, and the others will be returned.

So I get to work… and as I teach music, it’s not very quiet there…. and I have some voice students who are absolutely horrible. And when I say horrible, I mean, I would rather be having to muck stalls than be in that room. I would rather watch my toenails grow. I would rather watch the wall paint fade… anyways. Horrible. And they think they’re pretty good, too! So… I try to break it to them gently that they still have a lot of work to do to perfect their interpretation… blah blah… and thinking about the words to say just hurts my poor little head.

I’m still whiny today from yesterday… I have to bake something. I’m so anxious about our gig on Monday night… and baking is my relaxation. Wierd, huh?  No wonder dh has a gut…. lol

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