I am a 38yo wife, mother, friend & sister. I have been married for 17 years, and I have two children: Music (formerly Karate Kid) my 14yo son, and Drama Queen, my 12yo daughter.
There is a storm brewing. My daughter is blissfully unaware of it. It is not the weather kind of storm either. Let me lay a little groundwork...
Somewhere along the way, my children reversed what most people think of as the typical hygiene mindsets of boys and girls: my son takes 2 showers a day and Drama Queen tries to get away with going as long as possible without one. He will wear dirty jeans only out of necessity. Like when the dirty clothes pile rivals that of Mt. Rushmore and there's not a clean pair to be found. Drama Queen, on the other hand, will find something that satisfies her picky rules of comfort and then never want to wear anything else ever again. And she does not want it washed because it might shrink or somehow else alter the feel of the clothes.
We are sick of seeing her in the same outfit day after day. She is heading into the land of 6th grade this year. I have been trying to prepare her by telling her that now is the time to do her hair and change her clothes, else she will be eaten alive by those vicious little creatures known as tween girls.
I recently took her shopping for a few clothing items and told her we would be stocking up on more since the new rule is that she has to wear something different every day. I don't care if it's the same outfit every Monday, but not in the same week. So sad that I have to enforce a rule like that with my daughter!
The problem with fitting my daughter is that she is so skinny. In order to fit her waist, we have to buy a much smaller size. That's okay for some things, but not with skirts. Skirts that fit her waist just barely cover her hiney. We finally found an adorable little denim skirt at her favorite store. It is much shorter than allowed, so I told her she could wear leggings with it.
I ran into the principal at church last night and asked her to clarify just how long the skirts need to be. If she kneels on the floor, it can be no higher than 6 inches. Easy enough. When I asked about wearing leggings with skirts that are too short, my heart sank as she shook her head no.
Now Drama Queen very rarely wears skirts, so it's not that big a deal. Except that she is required to wear her cheer uniform every Friday during football season. And thus the dilemma. We ordered a new uniform this year. In April. Why we have to order so early is beyond me. I guess they expect none of these girls to grow at all during the summer. I know her foot grew since we ordered the shoes. She will be lucky to squeak by with that pair for the season. And the new uniform we ordered? Barely bigger than the one she used last year. I don't think those people knew what they were doing at all. I still need her to try it on and kneel down to see just how far from the floor it is.
Here's the real kicker: She gets a demerit if she doesn't wear her uniform on Fridays (too many demerits and she gets kicked off the team), and she can't wear the skirt to school if it's too short. Let the drama begin.
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12:57 PM ~
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I have issues. I tend to lean on the crazy side. If you met me, I could probably fool you for a while. I think I have most of my casual acquaintances snowed too. Those closest to me know better. I do okay talking to one or two people, but I am very shy in large groups. While my sister's goal is to arrive 15-20 minutes early everywhere she goes, I don't like to arrive in the actual location of the people until 1-2 minutes before the starting time. I will arrive in the parking lot 10 minutes early, but I don't go in until the last minute. I'm too scared that if I arrive too early, I will have to think up things to say to those around me. Kra-zee.
I also tend to hibernate after work. Once I'm home, I don't want to go anywhere else. On many occasions, I have actually cooked dinner (something I hate doing) just to keep from having to go pick something up at a drive-through when my husband refused to go. I'm not scared in that situation, just exhausted.
So tonight I'm combining the best of both worlds and heading to a Ladies' Bunco Night at church. I had no intentions of going until several friends started trying to get me to go. I still would have bowed out until a visitor mentioned it to me. How could I not go if a visitor to our class (the one my husband teaches) was asking me if I was going? Reluctantly I signed up and have acted excited to attend.
Now that the time is here, my heart is starting to beat a little more quickly and my hands are shaking. I have 11 minutes until it starts, and I still need to put my makeup on and drive to the church. So what am I doing? Blogging. See how that works? Once again I will arrive at the very last minute.
So here goes: several hours of dreaming up things to talk about with the people at my table. The people who will change every round.
Wow, it's been a long time since I've blogged. My sister and everyone else in the free world is at BlogHer '09. I' m not and I'm jealous. I loved blogging. As I was lying in bed last night, trying to go to sleep, I started thinking about things that I had blogged about in the past. I miss being able to keep up with people through my blog. I miss talking about my kids and the crazy, silly things they do. I miss being able to vent. I just miss blogging.
Hopefully this will be my time to reenter the blogosphere. I may not post every day, and this time around it will be much for me than for anyone else. This is my way of preserving my memories for myself and my family.
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