1. Holy hell, I’ve never been so grateful to see a weekend end.
2. You already know I rolled into the weekend at a deficit seeing as there are no secrets here on the blog. Well, there are a few secrets. Okay, we’ve got secrets, yes we do because life but the fact that last week was tough isn’t one of them. Which meant getting a good night’s sleep on Friday was critical because I knew Saturday would be long.
3. While we were having a heart-to-heart (ahem) with one of the chickadees on Friday evening Gracie found her way into Bear’s bathroom and spent about thirty minutes chowing down on who knows what. Can you say contributing factor? I didn’t know yet that my good night’s sleep was hanging in the balance.
4. When I finally fell into bed it was with a thank heavens, time for some serious shut eye. No Saturday alarms for me.
5. Except it turned out I didn’t need an alarm. One hour later there was a huge thunk as Gracie’s paws dropped onto the bed, asking to go out. An hour after that she knocked my phone off the nightstand getting me up. An hour after that I was on a hairpin trigger so all she had to do was breathe in my general direction and I was hustling toward the back door. Gracie was up every hour on the hour between midnight and 5:00am. Lawd.
6. One would think that would teach Gracie not to eat out of the trash. One would be wrong.
7. Saturday morning was a bit touch and go because, you know, parenting and such but I was digging in for the long haul. I mean, what the heck, it’s Saturday, right? RIGHT? Surely the day would get better. It’s like a cardinal law of weekends or something. The sanctity of Saturdays. We Could Do This and all that jazz.
8. Then the birthday party happened. Not for nothing, but my requirements for letting my kid come to your party are pretty basic.
- Kids will be where the invitation says they’ll be.
- Kids will be reasonably supervised.
- No juggling sharp knives or eating fire.
9. I’m not an idiot. “Supervised” as teens and “supervised” at six are not the same thing. But there’s all-up-your-butt supervised and see-you-in-a-couple-hours-at-this-huge-outdoor-mall-in-another-city [insert air quotes] supervised and then there’s a happy medium. Find the happy medium. Do not come at me with parenting differences – got other people’s kids in tow? You’ll want to make damn sure you don’t lose one. All’s well that ends well, blah blah blah, but it has to be said again. Bee, you’re my hero.
10. For my real life peeps who saw me Sunday and registered the level of bizarre distraction that was me trying to function like a regular adult – thank you. For listening to me ramble incoherently about the odds our kids will drive us insane. For your hugs, offers to listen, and parenting stories that made me feel like we will actually survive this. I love each and every one of you. We Can Do This and all that jazz. Amen.
Riddle from the Middle 
I am just nodding along.
Sadie ate some unsavory used products from the bathroom. They were so tasty, she took them to her beloved crate, Laura, HORK!
Not once, but twice since school started, I have taken my children to parties where when we arrived past invite time, there were no people! One time this dude walked out like, “Y’all lookin for the party? This is it. The auntie is on her way with the girls.” I said thank you and that I would return a bit later. Stranger man seemed to think I would leave my teenager with him. *shakes head*
Also, this supervision thing IS an issue, cause some of these families live in sprawling homes with ‘lofts’ and ‘walk-outs’ where apparently everyone goes to smoke weed and whatnot and my goodness, this is not a thing I recall from high school. Smoking weed in the house? And with parents in the house? My inquiries are met with, “It’s kid space, the parents don’t go up/down there.” Then I’m put in this position where I don’t know if I want to rat these kids out to the host parents, cause I’d wanna know if it happened at my house, but I don’t want it to turn into some sorta interrogation. Lordy, people, check your basements and lofts, k? PSA, kids are still getting high and they’re doing it in your rec room, lol!
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This whole “the kids are older and make their own friends so we don’t always know the parents” thing is a pain in the ass. As littles I had a finger on who was who — this one doesn’t care if their kids eats a sugar snack, that one wants to know if their kid forgot to say please and thank you — but now? We keep bumping up against the mystery. If it was MY kid I’d totally want to know, but we’re finding not everybody thinks that way.
We’re not there yet but I know the weed days are coming…bless their hearts.
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IF you ever stumble across the thing that will keep dogs from eating garbage, patent that bad boy and market it. You’ll be insanely rich in no time. Huny doesn’t eat garbage, but only because she’s too short to reach the top of the can AND I keep the lid closed all the time. She does eat random bits of crap that waft over the inadequate fence between myself and that soul sucking truck yard to the south though. And since she hasn’t been doing that well, all she has to do is breath ‘wrong’ and I’m like you, instantly up and herding her towards the door and outside. Which at 15 degrees or some ball shriveling temp, she does NOT want to go out into. Parenting 101 and I never had any human kids. My admiration grows daily with every post I read from a frazzled parent who has ENDURED!
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Funny thing is the hubby looked at me Sunday night, after I said something like we’re gonna make it, and noted “like there’s another choice.” Too true!!
And this dog parenting gig is no joke. Sick dogs and sick toddlers have a lot in common — they can’t really tell you what’s wrong, they’re cranky when they’re sick, and they usually can’t make it to the bathroom in time without a whole lot of help. 😂
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Not only can you do it, but someday, someone will appreciate the fact that you did do it. No, don’t take out your calendar, it’s not some day soon.
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We’re holding onto that right there. Honestly, there’s nothing funnier than the hubby telling 12-yr-old daughter “someday you’ll understand why we’re doing this” — bwahahahaha! “Someday” like when she’s THIRTY!! 😆😆😆
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You will be surprised how soon she is thirty.
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Hello Monday then. Hope your week is less eventful than your weekend. 💕
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Sounds like a plan to me!! 🙂
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😎
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