+ Last night Mike and I got Taco Bell at 9 p.m. I went to bed at 10, so you can imagine what a wonderful night sleep that decision resulted in. "But Ana, you're not in college, you're an adult with 4 children with decent judgement and reasoning powers, the resulting horrible night of sleep was entirely your own fault, so stop complaining", that's what I would be thinking if I were you. Not complaining, just confessing. I justified the late night (for me) run for soggy, fake Mexican food by telling myself that 1) it was such a rough day and I deserved it and 2) everyone needs a late night run for soggy, fake Mexican food every once and while. Both were so egregiously false that I think the only way for me to really learn my lesson was the 10 hours of indigestion and digestive discomfort that followed.
Lesson to be learned? Do not ever go out for a late night soggy, fake Mexican food, you will be sorry.
+ I am pretty sure that our dishwasher is broken or in need of some major cleaning/repair and is barely cleaning any of our dishes, leaving them with a faint-to-strong stank that permeates the senses while trying to enjoy any meal. I could do something about this or I could use it as a tool to eat less. I am going with the latter since I obviously need a lesson in temperance. Also, I do not feel like dealing with dishwasher maintenance.
+ I attempted to send both older girls to "Vacation Bible School" this morning and left with 2 girls in tow and one legitimately independent one enjoying the parish festivities. I was ok with Bernadette clinging to my side and refusing to stay because 1) I sort of lied about her age on the registration form, she is supposed to be 4 (she will be in October, close enough, I say). And 2) there were over 100 kids there and even I was really overwhelmed and wanted to run far away so I could sympathize. However, I had big plans to get some shiz done this week during my one child time, so I kept telling Bernadette that if she wasn't good and helpful on our errands, I would have to take her back to VBS. Yes you read that right, I used biblical instruction and a fun parish-based program as a threat against my 3-year-old. And it sort of worked. I am really going places with the whole parenthood thing.
+ I've been reading to the girls less and less lately and part of me feels really guilty about it and part of me thinks I am just dealing with the inevitable now. I mean, there is Lucy, who insists on sitting right on the 35 week pregnant belly and who will sit through roughly 3 sentences before the angry, bored squirming commences followed by an "I am not into this at all" tantrum. Then there is the hormonal, hot pregnant woman who prefers to be touched at little as is humanly possible in our non-air conditioned home who is doing the reading. The result is general pretty abysmal. I can only imagine that the addition of an even tinier, more dependent person will seal the no-reading-in-the-Hahn-home deal. Any ideas would be most welcome. Teach me your ways, oh mothers with infinitely more patience and wisdom than me!
+ I am serious denial about the disappearance of nap-time. I simply cannot accept it. Lucy has also (read: right now) started skipping them which has me nearly balled up in a corner rocking back and fourth and twitching a lot of days (read: right now). Like, I just typed this whole thing in front of the window air-conditioner to block out the sounds of talking/screaming from their perspective spaces and now they are all making an exodus and/or screaming too loud for me to ignore them. Like I said, I am really going places in the world of child rearing.
Have a great Monday!!