I was getting on myself this Sunday for not “doing enough”.
There are dishes in the sink, laundry to do, there has been way too much T.V. time, and I’m still in my p.j.s in the afternoon.
This is a reminder to me and to you that sleeping in for once is doing something. Eating a healthy lunch is doing something. Going to my daughter’s impromptu bedroom Halloween party is doing something. Snuggling with my husband and the cat is doing something.
I hope your Sunday is full of something good.
It’s twin day at school today, so my daughter and her two besties were planning to wear blue shirts, jean shorts and a ponytail with a bow.
But then one of the friend’s mom’s said it was actually school shirts they were wearing, so we did that. But my daughter has the older school shirt style, and the friend has the new shirt style that’s a totally different color.
And then I went to give my daughter a ponytail this morning. But my daughter said that even though the other bestie was wearing a ponytail, she and the third bestie agreed that it was hair down with a headband or bow, and that the 2nd bestie didn’t listen so her loss. Also, my daughter wanted to wear her shorts with the sequins.
Now they don’t match at all, but anyway isn’t girl life wild in elementary school? 🎀
Today I am celebrating my son’s 12th birthday by bringing him and two friends to the local bounce place.
I haven’t been here in 6 years, since my then toddler daughter broke her leg at this bounce place. After that traumatic incident when a big guy jumped next to her and sent her flying, and I didn’t know she was seriously hurt until she grew lethargic in my arms, I refused to ever return.
An angry call to the place days later only yielded a promise to have “something special” waiting for her when she was feeling better and could come back.
What part of “we’re never coming back” did they not understand?
Screw their damn waiver. My baby was broken.
And still, here I am. Back standing on this sticky floor. Watching kids jump and yelling, “Hey! Be careful!”
My other baby is 12, and this is where he wanted to come.
Maybe promises are made to occasionally be broken in life and parenthood. And hopefully bones stay intact in the process.
My daughter and me listening to the Trolls soundtrack
Mom, who’s this?
That’s Justin Timberlake.
Who’s he?
He was in a band called NSYNC.
Who’s that?
They were a popular boy band when I was in high school.
Are they good?
Mumbling apparently Yeah, they’re good.
They’re DEAD?!
👵👵👵
Samantha Scroggin, Walking Outside in Slippers 