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I love Dan. Adore him.
BUT, I must say that he is the most chaotic person I have ever met. I think if I was to take a picture of the inside of his brain it would look like this:
I have problems too. Many of them. I suppose I have my own chaos too, but not Dan's kind of chaos. I think if I were to take a picture of the inside of my brain it would look like this:
Why would it look like this? It just would.
It's Scarlet's Birthday and I can hardly believe she is 3 already. Where has the time gone? Wasn't it just yesterday that I brought her home from the hospital... all soft, and pink and lovely and oh so tiny?
Now look at her sitting there on the wall...
Still soft, pink, and lovely, but where has the tininess gone? You know, I will always miss my tiny little baby girl, but I think with every inch she grows, I get more in return. She is funny, happy, wild, brave, polite and perfect. She's mine and no matter how big she gets, she always will be.
Okay, I know I tend to be whiny, but seriously... I am sick of the swim lessons already! We're only on our 3rd day! How can I be sick of them already?
I think I kind of resent them because they take away my morning freedom. I need to be out the door with the kids by 10am, so we need to start getting ready by 9am. No biggie, but I just don't have the freedom to sleep in until whenever or watch Good Morning America at my leisure.
Okay, I'm whining. I know.
I also hate that they don't all swim at the same time. Scarlet goes first, so while she's in the boys are asking me when it's their turn. Then when she gets out and they go in, Scarlet cries for the whole 1/2 hour because she wants to swim.
I know... whining.
Okay, so this is my whiniest point... all the moms like to hang out and chat and I just don't want to. I'm not anti-social-- I just don't want to make small talk. I would KILL to just sit there and read my magazine. Now that would be heaven, but nooooo... I get to make small talk and beg Scarlet to stop crying for what seems like an eternity.
Yes, I know... whining.
"Mom, when I told you that I didn't love you anymore, I didn't mean it. I just said it because I promised you that I wouldn't tell you that I hated you anymore." Chandler age:6
