It’s a still dark outside, bleary-eyed, heavy-headed, shuffling,
door-jamb-holding, not-enough-coffee-in-the-world kind of morning. And no, I’m not hung over. What I am is sleep and caffeine
deprived. Plus, like everyone else (or, most everyone else) I am dealing with
the loss of an hour in my day which, apparently, affects me more strongly in my
middle-age than in my younger, stronger, thinner years. I feel thoroughly abused this morning.
***
I officially have an eight year old. Good grief, where has the time gone? Yesterday, we spent a wonderful day
celebrating girl-child’s birthday, which included lunch, a trip to
Build-a-Bear, an afternoon on a trampoline in a friend’s back yard, and making
pizza. Her new bear (which is really a
tiger, I am told) is “Izzy” and, according to girl-child, going to have some
trouble making friends with the other animals...especially “Cathy” – the stuffed
golden retriever she got from Build-a-Bear on her birthday last year.
Cathy has been girl-child’s constant companion every day for
the last year and is very obviously a well-loved friend. Last night, girl-child made it very clear
that Cathy tends to be a little jealous of newcomers and made a big show of
introducing Cathy to Izzy and explaining that they needed to learn to get
along. Cathy grudgingly allowed Izzy to
sleep next to girl-child last night as it was Izzy’s first night in the house. I suggested to girl-child that she rotate
nights snuggling with her stuffed friends, to which she replied, “We’ll see,
mom. Cathy will have to decide.”
The jury is still out.
The jury is still out.
TTFN
JMS
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