So, whatever happened to that glass half full post I promised you? Well, after the night of vomiting, the washer broke. I spent today at the laundromat, which I discovered, I kind of liked. No one's in a hurry. The attendant was very helpful. It smelled all clean and warm. I mean, let's not get too carried away, it was a pain in the neck and I did my grocery shopping at the same time with my little Betty Boop.
Speaking of which - we were approached in the store by a very elderly man who asked if he could talk to her. I'm pretty cautious, but I was standing right there, so I said ok, and he asked her how old she was (I answered, or she'd have said 12) and said she was very pretty and it was ok, because he was a Grandpa. It was either sweet, or creepy, I'm not sure which, but she was muttering under her breath the whole time and as he left she called out, "And you don't look a THING like my gwandpa!" I guess her vote was for creepy.
They are all tucked into bed right now, listening to some bedtime stories on my ipod to make up for no more tv time at night. A new family shift. We're trying to make bedtime very calm and keep the little darlings there all night. And the three year old's bedtime prayers went like this, "Deaw Jesus, if I stay in my bed all night pwease let me have ice cream. Amen." With a pointed look at her mama. I might need one more trip to the store tomorrow...
How To Be Both by Ali Smith
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