The Daily Grind

Okay, I'm back to posting daily. We'll see if I can keep it up. Today I had to take Jane and Ellyn to the Dr.'s. Jane, because she is back to snoring like a chainsaw and Ellyn for her referral to Early Intervention. Sadie had to tag along because mom had a meeting and Meags had Bennett's ballet class. So the two girls are new patients which meant that I had 6 million pages of paperwork to fill out and Ellyn trying to stick the turkey baster in my ear half the time. Jane is reading her book and doing annoying errands for me like getting kleenex for the faucets over Sadie and Ellyn's mouths. Sadie is in a mad search for candy. I keep a few suckers and smarties in my purse for emergency situations and Sadie was relentless. "Mom, I need candy. I will find the candy. Where is the candy? I just want some candy. Mom, let's just have SOME candy." I thought I was going to lose my mind. She found every piece while I am trying to act like a mother with some control. I fooled absolutely noone. Then in the Dr.'s office she is doing the same thing, while I am talking to the Dr. I kept telling her to be quiet and what I really wanted to do was say "Excuse me Dr. will you please step out of the room so I can beat my child without witnesses?" I decided against that.

It is still raining. Mike reported to me last night that the Northwest has made it on to CNN World because of all the rain. I clicked on the weather last night and my old setting came up and it was for Georgia. Seventy three degrees. I wanted to cry. I clicked on Battle Ground's weather- Tuesday-rain, Wednesday-rain, Thursday-showers (what is the difference? I think they just wanted to use their new Thesaurus they got for Christmas), Friday-rain, and so on for the entire 10 day extended forecast. Then mom has the nerve to tell me it hasn't been too bad. Evidently she has not tried to load two grumpy toddlers into a dripping wet shopping cart anytime recently. And she obviously wears her pants too short because I walk around with constant wet rings around the bottom of all my very cute new jeans. I will not comment on that any further however because I am just happy to have finally found a few good pairs that are long enough.

Oh, this brings me to another tragedy in my life. A few weeks ago I discovered I am not 5'10". Okay, truthfully I always knew I was five nine and three quarters but I fudged and said I was 5'10". But...Meagan measured me the other day and I was only 5'9"-barely. I've shrunk. I didn't believe her but the next day when I went in for a Dr. appt. the nurse actually had the nerve to say I was 5'8" and 3/4. I just about burst into tears. I would have given anything to be shorter when I was younger, but now I need that height to be at the right weight. This is tragic, it really is. Okay, now you have heard all you need to from Shallow Hal. I'm going to go study my German until Mike calls. Don't be too impressed I just barely took the seal off the box. I love you all, especially Darla. As this girl that used to write on the blog once said- "Blog Out." Brooke