Check in blog entry

I try to only write these blog entries when I really have something to say. Lately my days and thoughts are filled with basketball game/practice schedules and film award show banter. (Ricky Gervais' Mel Gibson joke still makes me smile daily). I have been decidedly uninteresting since I made a point not to plan so far ahead. This is not to say I am bored or unhappy. I am feeling this weird thing- maybe this is what content feels like? Of course there are always a few things that you might want to change, but I am really at a place where I wouldn’t trade lives with anyone. That has to be a good thing, right?

I will have to try and create some drama so I will have something to write about soon. Until then, here are my favorite dresses from the awards shows this month.







DIANE KRUGER=FAVORITE!!!

Mommy belongs on the naughty step

So I am a terrible mother today. Lily is a pretty responsible kid and I guess I have gotten spoiled. She gets up to her own alarm every morning, dresses and makes her own breakfast. However, there are a few things we have repeatedly asked her to take care of and there is some sort of block there-vitamins and, my biggest pet peeve, to have her shoes on BEFORE it is time to leave.

This morning, I got myself down there in plenty of time, made her lunch and reminded her to put on her shoes. The reminder happened at 7:15 AM. The shoes were not actually on her feet until 7:25. Now, she does know how to tie shoes, etc. but she HATES to wear them. This fact causes many an argument and keeps her waiting til the last possible second to put them on. So after she gets the shoes on, we have to get the coat, the backpack, etc. and get to the car. We pull out of the driveway at 7:30 AM. The tardy bell at her school, 10 minutes away, rings at 7:35AM. So I inform her that we will be late she lets out a small, “well, it wasn’t my fault,” with a slight eye roll. OH NO SHE DI’INT! I officially became the Hulk and proceeded to inform her of all the reasons she was late and how frustrating it is to remind her of things all the time only to be told, ”Don’t remind me!” It continued, albeit more calmly, all the way to school.

So here’s the thing. I know everything I said was true and needed to be said, but maybe not on the way to the first day of the new semester. So I signed in my tardy child and said goodbye as she wiped tears and tried not to look at me. She was pissed and wasn’t going to be fine before I had to leave. I wanted to follow her to the classroom and plead with her to not let it ruin her day. She had an awesome project to turn in today and should have been ecstatic to get there and show it off. Instead, she had to listen to all the things she did wrong on the way to school from her mean mother. So I feel terrible and will probably go eat lunch with her today to make amends. In this time of immediate communication, it is difficult to not be able to send her a text or call to resolve the issue. I guess I will feel crummy all day until I can talk to her. I think I will put myself in timeout.

UPDATE: I went to have lunch with her and she had forgotten about it. Isn't that just the way it goes!