Been a while, hasn't it??

Oh man, here we go again. Blogging during the wee hours of the morning when normal people are sleeping. But then again, I DID test at less than 50% normal........

My baby girl Kendall is on a mission to give me gray hair. Her favorite phrases have been "No thanks!!!" and "Not really!!". Now granted, at least the girl is showing manners, but she uses these phrases, usually with an emphatic waving of her hands, for everything. For instance, she has gone on a clothing strike, which, for a three year old, is not unusual and something I'm willing to run with as long as we don't have to be anywhere besides home. But for the past few school days I've had to drop Maggie off at Glenwood instead of walking her in for the simple reason that Kendall, clad in maybe the underwear I wrestled onto her, was not decent enough to leave the car. She'll let me dress her without a fight once we're at GSPS, the stinker. Again, I really wasn't that bothered by this other than the fact that Maggie was getting shortchanged in the mornings, as she loves me to walk her into her classroom. The main problem with Kendall's nakedness at home is that apparently, for her wearing clothing is a reminder that when she has to pee she needs to do it on the potty. If she doesn't have clothes on apparently she decided to adopt the 'squat and go wherever' philosophy, especially in her own room. As a result, I feel like I'm the owner of a LARGE puppy in need of being housebroken. What the heck am I supposed to do here?? Rub her nose in it and tell her 'Bad girl!! Bad girl!!'?? I'm telling you, the act of getting her in clothes, which seems to stop this behavior, can require a full-body wrestling match. I'm frustrated and feeling low on the scale of good mommyhood. I love this child more than life and yet she can push my buttons like an old pro. Frustrated because there are so many times I feel like I suck at balancing the work-housecare-childcare-spousecare demands on my time. And yet I know I should be thankful that I have these stresses, because it means I have a home, healthy children, and a hubby I love who accepts me for the weirdo I am. Just keep swimming..........right??

Shout out to Dawn, my increasingly skinny, less-lumpy-jawed friend. BTW, my text about the cookie eating was more of a confessional than an act of bragging. But it occurred to me that when I made the 'won't eat another cookie 'til we can share one' promise a week ago you may have been under the influence of Lortab. I texted you because I felt bad for inadvertantly breaking that promise and wanted to fess up, even if you'd never have known otherwise. Not to rub it in. Honest!!!

Got to get to bed, as I have, after stepping on the scale yesterday, a renewed vow to exercise and eat better. Don't even really care about the weight, just how my clothes aren't fitting as well as they did about 6 months ago. Gotta be all those powdered donuts Jeff & I get on our tailgating weekends in Norman. Or at least that was a part of it.......wish me luck!!