~"All of us have moments in out lives that test our courage. Taking children into a house with a white carpet is one of them"~Erma Bombeck
"I'm in the garage." "Where are you? I can't hear you!!" "I'm in the garage." After a good ten minutes of not coming for me (which I don't understand- but don't question!...I mean they KNOW where I am...sort of)...they give up..and I have gotten some much cleaning done. Hey-it works for me!
There used to be a time when all of there problems were solved with a hug and perhaps a "My Little pony" video. But those days are long over. Oh, they still like hugs...it's the ponies that have gone by the wayside. Sigh...no longer can they be appeased by Pinky Pies adventures..or the hi-jinx and hilarity of Tula Rula. No longer do we hear the ummmm...dulcimer tones of the ponies singing their theme song. Nope. The real world and all its drama.(well as much drama as a six and eight year old can conjure...believe me-it is a lot) has crept up on my girlies-and they aren't quite sure what to do about it....neither am I...well, except for hiding in the garage.
This year Zoe is in school full time. Although she does love going, at the same time,she is quite anxious about all of it. Social situations...reading..and the dreaded scissors. "Zoe...stop hitting Lily!"..."Well she has all the markers and won't give them to me!" "She doesn't have all the markers.." "Yes she does!" "No, you decided that you didn't like your markers and threw them all over the floor before we got in the car." crying now..."Fine! Now no one likes me!" "What? This has nothing to do with liking you..?????" "Yes it does...now you don't like me!" No Zo...I don't like your behavior right now...but I love you with all my heart."..."Fine! Then I'll never be famous!"..."What???" still crying.. "I'm not famous!" ..'...Well...umm...what?..What does being famous have to do throwing your markers on the floor?" "It's a secret."..."I'm really confused...you threw your markers...hit Lily..and you're crying because you aren't famous?" "Well..WELL...famous artists know how to use scissors!!!" Are you as confused as I am? This is NOT typical behavior for my girl...But as they say "Life imitates art"..sigh.but in our house..Zoe imitates Lily...
My Lily has undergone a major transformation this past Summer.and it would appear (from what I have heard from other parents) that she is not the only one. EVERYTHING is a battle...a struggle...a fight. From the time she gets up in the morning-till the time that she goes to bed. I really think that it would be worth the Discovery channels time to film a documentary on this phenomenon. You know, there is a very good reason why eight year old girls don't have children-simply because they would eat their young. My girl has gone from joyful to incredibly anxious in just a few short weeks. All of a sudden her friends have become enemies...and social status is everything. The world as she knew it is upside down and she doesn't quite know how to handle things. Besides pick on me. I'm doing my best to teach her how to
For the most part, my girls do get along. Seeking each other out to play..sing really loud...run around like wild women. Their bond is magical. They will spend hours together thinking up adventures for their latest obsession. "Littlest Pet Shops" Have you seen them? Small, plastic-large headed oddities( in the shape of various animals) with enormous eyes. My girls think that they are cute..I think that they are trying to kill me. Really I do! I keep finding them in strange places...the top of the stairs...the bottom of the tub....my instep at three o'clock in the morning. I can't tell you how many times I have tripped over, knocked in to, or sat on top of one of those enormous headed bits of seething evil. Far too many to count! Sure, I could blame my girls..could say that they just hadn't cleaned up after themselves..But-they insist it isn't them. So, the only conclusion I can come to is that "Littlest Pet Shops" want me gone...You don't believe me do you? You think that I am exaggerating... Well, this morning, I walked out my bedroom to find this outside of my door. All of