The girls were watching TV last night and I switched from a Dora’s Valentine’s special, recorded by Tivo earlier that morning, to some sort of ballroom dancing competition on public television. The first couple up was dancing to Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit. Very interesting. Caitlin absolutely loved watching the ballroom dancing. She ran to her closet, grabbed a twirly summer dress and black dress shoes, and as soon as her daddy walked in the door she told him she wanted to dance, nay she demanded that he dance with her. What amazed me was that the dress fit her last Easter and now it’s a couple of inches too short.
We applied Disney princess tattoos.
Both girls were exceptionally cranky and coming down from a sugar high.
I fed them two-day old leftover pizza and grapes for dinner, followed by Nerds candy. Actually I’m lying. I fed them some sort of fruit juice chewy candy first as an appetizer.
I was exceptionally cranky and possibly coming down from a sugar high.
The hubby had to work late yet again. Being a small business owner can be so tough. Being a small business owner with two small children and a moody wife? Even tougher.
I unabashedly lost my temper and screamed at the girls because they were both screaming at me over candy and a Snow White tattoo that dried improperly and empty sippy cups and not wanting to put on pajamas. Oh the horror! Even the dogs slunk away from evil mommy.
Instead of letting the hubby relax when he got home last night I went on a verbal tirade of how progressively crappy the evening had been which is not an incredibly thoughtful thing to do when one’s spouse is exhausted, freezing, and starving. I might as well have pelted him with Nerds candy and had a big temper tantrum right there on the kitchen floor.
I’ve come to the conclusion that February is possibly our least favorite month.
But never fear, Caitlin is staying with our parents for two nights for the first time since Christmas, and I think we’re going to see a movie Saturday while the manny watches Amelia. Not that I equate a good time as time spent away from my children. Cough.
Is it spring yet?