No new pictures today…our new camera was accidentally picked up last weekend by a family friend who thought it was theirs. Oy!
Simeon’s sleeping on my leg right now (which is falling asleep)…Basil’s brushing my hair, making me “pretty” and Juliana is trapsing around the living room with a stuffed racoon and an ear thermometer.
Mornings are the second hardest part of my day right now. Everyone needs something. The kids want breakfast and cleaning up, baby needs his things, I want to talk to Aaron while he’s geting out the door and I’m trying to think of things to do to give me a little incentive to jump start my day. Caffine sure helps, thanks to Aaron’s graduation gift. But it’s still a struggle for me.
I’ve realized I need to be proactive…make a plan. The best mornings happen when I get up before the kids and get myself dressed and ready to face the day…morning prayers is a necessary addition. This would probably mean getting to bed a bit earlier. Also having a plan for the day would give the structure and purpose I yearn for. Basically, I need to get back into the groove of mom-dom and adjust my Rule to fit our/my new needs.
Anyway, it was good to put that out there. Hopefully it will get me moving.
As for magic mommy eyes…
Yesterday I told Basil I know what he’s doing even when my back is turned. Which is mostly true because he tends to do the same mischevious things over and over like sneaking things in the kitchen, etc. He asked how I knew. Yes, I gave him the eyes in the back of my head line, jokingly of course thinking it was OBVIOUS that I really had no such things.
Just now as he was beautifying (read abusing and mangling) my head he was poking aroung saying “I don’t see your magic mommy eyes in here…where are they? Can you show them to me?”
Ah the sweet innocency of pre-operational literalism.