I'm fresh out of sass. sorry.
This week, Miss Princess threw up on the school bus for reasons not quite known. She doesn't get car sick or anything. Her teacher told me that she was wet when she arrived at school as well. My only conclusion is that she's having "accidents" on the bus, and gets so worked up/embarassed/anxious about it, that she's making herself sick.
JEEZ. Does the mommy guilt ever freaking stop??!
She's also added a new member to her ever-growing entourage. I'd had a couple of baby blankets that I'd just washed and I was putting away (I didn't want to throw them away and figured I'd save them for the girls for their baby dolls)..and all of a sudden she said, "I want blankie!" Now she's carrying around a blanket, like Linus. Sometimes I want to grab a tote bag at bedtime to get all of her "friends" upstairs to the bedroom - I just don't have enough hands.
Dr. D. is still a sweet little angel. She's so funny. She came home the other day with a sticker on her hand and told me that she'd done "tee-tee on the totty!" (yeah, her p's are not so good) A note from her teacher said, "she's really excited about the potty, but hasn't done anything yet." She sits on the potty at home for a second, and jumps off shouting, "I did it!" These two will compete over just about anything.
I got all deep with my dad this week. For all of you who don't know my dad: if you took Robert DeNiro and threw him in a blender with a bit of Steve McQueen, a dash of Clint Eastwood, a smidge of Paul Newman, and just a pinch of John Wayne. Oh, and on some days, add a little Bacardi, coke and a splash of soda. My dad is a bad-ass. He was a NYC cop for most of my life - he did it all - walked a beat, did undercover work, he retired as a detective. He's seen it all, and done it all. But he's in his 60's now, still smoking two packs a day and drinking more than he should. Now, let me say that I know that my dad is going to leave this world with his boots on - he's not going to change, he's not interested in cutting down on his smoking. That's his decision, and I don't agree with it - but its his journey, you know? It makes me particularly sad because of my kids. My relationship with my dad has come full circle (and a lot of that is probably because I'm a parent now myself): when I was little, my dad was my hero. Then I got older and he was a pain in the ass who told me to clean my room. Then I was in my teens/early 20's and I felt like maybe I was adopted and no one told me. Now I'm nearly 40 and my dad is my hero again. I just don't want to tell my kids the cool stories about their grandpa - I want them to make their own stories.
Finally, unless you've been in a cave this week, you've heard that our governor here in NY resigned because of his encounters with a call girl. I am sad for his family, and I really do feel like this was a private matter that had nothing to do with how he ran the state. I mean really - it wasn't too long ago that the President of the United States got his knob polished right in the oval office - and he never got impeached. What it came down to was that Spitzer was an unpopular guy - while he was effective, he wasn't well-liked. All folks needed was a reason to take him down. But here's the thing that chaps my ass. I don't understand the fascination with the call girl. There's been more press about this girl than there has been about the governor. I guarantee that this girl is going to get a record deal and/or a spread in Playboy before this thing dies down...and that disgusts me. People say that the governor should have resigned because he's no longer a satisfactory role model - but what message are we sending our kids giving all of this attention to some skanky whore from South Jersey? Gee girls, the way to get ahead is to whore yourself out to rich men!! What is wrong with people??!
Stepping down off my soapbox now. Have a great weekend!