Where's my t-shirt?
I need one, I earned it.
You see, what I forgot to mention to ye ole' bloggy friends, is...
I was IN MY HOUSE, ALONE with FOUR KIDS from last Saturday until today.
Six looooonnnnggggg days, snowed and iced in.
And when I mean "alone" I don't really mean totally alone.
What I mean is: "Almost totally alone for the majority of the week with a few bright spots of other adults company for a few brief periods."
My sweet son spent the first day with us, which is the only reason the girls went out for their redneck snow day.
You see, the THOUGHT of dragging four little girly girls outside to play in the snow makes me hyperventilate.
Thank GOD for sons.
But then he had to leave.
But he came back a few days later for pizza and scrabble.
Nothing saves you like a rousing scrabble game.
I lost however.
My brain was mush and words like "pee-pee, potty, and no-no" do nothing for your scrabble score.
Go figure.
Then yesterday, two sweet friends braved icy roads to come check on my sanity level.
Gotta love dear friends.
And you know? We did okay.
We actually had fun albeit very lonely for my handsome man.
We played, we arted and crafted, we princessed, we read books, we puzzled and we cleaned out closets and drawers. We started to potty train, and I fired myself from that rather quickly. We drank hot chocolate, we painted nails, and for a new favorite- we put makeup on each other. Yeah, we are at THAT stage.
(I look as bad as you might imagine with sparkly purple eye shadow goo, in case you were wondering.)
THANKFULLY, our Daddy is on his way home, and not a moment too soon. We still have snow on the ground and I can't WAIT to use all our pent up energy on a snowball fight.
Girls against Daddy, perhaps? ;0)
You see, what I forgot to mention to ye ole' bloggy friends, is...
I was IN MY HOUSE, ALONE with FOUR KIDS from last Saturday until today.
Six looooonnnnggggg days, snowed and iced in.
And when I mean "alone" I don't really mean totally alone.
What I mean is: "Almost totally alone for the majority of the week with a few bright spots of other adults company for a few brief periods."
My sweet son spent the first day with us, which is the only reason the girls went out for their redneck snow day.
You see, the THOUGHT of dragging four little girly girls outside to play in the snow makes me hyperventilate.
Thank GOD for sons.
But then he had to leave.
But he came back a few days later for pizza and scrabble.
Nothing saves you like a rousing scrabble game.
I lost however.
My brain was mush and words like "pee-pee, potty, and no-no" do nothing for your scrabble score.
Go figure.
Then yesterday, two sweet friends braved icy roads to come check on my sanity level.
Gotta love dear friends.
And you know? We did okay.
We actually had fun albeit very lonely for my handsome man.
We played, we arted and crafted, we princessed, we read books, we puzzled and we cleaned out closets and drawers. We started to potty train, and I fired myself from that rather quickly. We drank hot chocolate, we painted nails, and for a new favorite- we put makeup on each other. Yeah, we are at THAT stage.
(I look as bad as you might imagine with sparkly purple eye shadow goo, in case you were wondering.)
THANKFULLY, our Daddy is on his way home, and not a moment too soon. We still have snow on the ground and I can't WAIT to use all our pent up energy on a snowball fight.
Girls against Daddy, perhaps? ;0)
Grandpa throws a pretty mean snow ball and he sides with Daddy, so look out, girls. Grandma roots for the girls from the sidelines, and just as she is looking the other way one of Grandpa's wild pitches catches her right on the back of her hmmmmmmm....head. After many laughs, giggles and threats to get even all retired to the warm house and lived happily ever after. Welcome home, Daddy; you were missed! (Spoken on behalf of your exhausted, but never energy-less, loving wife!)
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