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Last week, we had a busy week for us, which translates to having to leave the house multiple times. The nice relaxing thing about summer vacation is that most weeks we might leave the house 3 times total, and only one of those do I have to iron or put make up on for. Last week…totally different.

Monday, we went to visit with my aunt and cousins while they housesat for my parents and watched over my Grandma (aunt’s mom). I discovered something new about my son on Monday. Well…not really new, but I was reminded of something. He is all about instant gratification. Geez…just like most 6 year olds I guess…but what surprised me was where we were. We are at Chili’s for the first time in his life. He is constantly begging to eat in restaurants so we can sit instead of taking fast food home. So we go to a place where you sit, place an order, and *gasp* actually wait for the food to be cooked! And he mopes! Whines! Even glares at me. (it must have burned an image for me to actually remember this much detail a week later, and seriously, as busy as the last week has been, that’s amaZZinng!) Meanwhile, Suzanne proceeds to act drunk as cooter brown. She was up 2/3rds of the night before and by noon was Really Needing a nap! She either acts drunk, or pissy when she gets tired, and the drunk Suzanne is funny, but still uncontrollable. My 14 year old cousin took her to the bathroom, and came back giggling b/c Suzanne had started to sing…loudly…while in the stall. *sigh*

So Tuesday, I go to Physical Therapy for the 3rd time. Not to bad, she actually makes me sweat. Wednesday, as far as I can recall, we stayed home. I think I half tried to catch up on laundry. Just being gone for a big chunk of the week makes me appreciate working mom’s with empty laundry baskets. With only 24 hours a day, they must not sleep in order to fold towels. *yawn*

Thursday, more physical therapy. A new guy. He made me cry. ReAl Tears. And he bruised me. Ouch!! That night the whole family heads to over to where my aunt cooks us Mexican pile up. The kids totally wreck my parents living room with two tents, dolls everywhere, and lots of loud music. The grown ups got liquored up, and ignored the kids, so we all had a great time. He!

Friday, after more physical therapy, we headed to my parents house again. This is the fourth time this week I have had to wear makeup. It melts and I don’t like it. What I don’t like even more is having to wear a bra so much. I think I’m going to buy a sports bra. But then, they make you sweat worse than real ones. Eww!!

Once again, kids don’t sleep well at Grandma’s house, they are abducted by aliens. They act tired and cranky at the cook out and they have to take a nap on the host’s bed. Suzanne screams while I’m laying her down as if I’m peeling her skin off. Such a Baaaadddd mommy for making her lay down. I finally calm her down while I sing her new favorite song.

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long I’m living,
My baby you’ll be…

It’s from a children’s book, and for some reason, the Chariots of Fire music works for me when I sing it. I read the book to her last week, and we both bawled as we had just had an exhausting day. Now she is comforted by this song like no other song before, and it brings her to tears frequently. I’m turning into a big pile of mushy sap and she is getting her way by procrastinating bedtime, naptime, punishment, whatever. Is there a such thing as momma’s girls???

No time to edit, running out the door. Vacation Bible School was this morning though. Apparently I’m meant to rule over little kids. At least that’s what the lady who I thought was in charge lead me to believe. I wish I had known I was suppose to be the leader before I got there. *growl* Tomorrow, the preachers wife is putting those kids on a schedule! Just watch out! course, if I get to tough, Suzanne will remind me to take off my angry eyebrows… I can’t win for nothing these days…..