I’m Nominating Myself for an Award

You know what I’m supposed to be doing?  Coming up with the plot for Dalton’s book since I lost the meat of the thing in the lap top debacle and I wrote it so long ago I can’t really remember what happened.  I know the gist of it, but honestly, I didn’t know where the plot was going ….. just where it needed to end up.

I went to Walgreens after the kids went to bed and bought poster board and sticky notes so I can work it all out.  I also bought M&M Pretzels.  I highly recommend them.  Of course, they’re totally not on my diet, but whatever.

When I got home, Sassy was asleep enough that I could get my Tooth Fairy duties out of the way.  Her father and I can’t get over how much money some of her friends get from that damn fairy.  That’s what we get for sending our kids to a private school.  But her daddy and I will not cave to the peer pressure. 

Some of my other prize winning parenting skills are evident this week, too.  I have entrusted Sassy, the seven year old, with making sure I, her forty-one year old mother, gets up on time in the morning.  How awesome is that? 

I’m teaching her responsibility, right?  But why shouldn’t I utilize her natural habit of early rising?  It seems like a win win to me.  And she’s much nicer about waking me up – and being persistent about it, than my father ever was.  I know I’m not easy to wake up, but I seriously hope I never see Sassy standing over my bed swirling a pot of ice water.

If I do, she is so seriously grounded!