There is no funny in this blog post. I apologize, in advance, also for the lack of helium (or other miscellaneous gases to get you through this read). There will be no squeaky-cheeky laughter or ha-ha..s. Nope, and it’s not even a dreaded Monday. Half empty or half full? I’m still undecided…but care for a Prozac?

If you ask Madison, she’ll say the Hello Kitty glass is half full…during the evening hours. Not so much bright and early. In fact, this morning she didn’t have a glass. After refusing to get dressed, she tossed her drinking vessel aside and then ended up going to school in her PJ’s; something I swore we’d never have to resort to. I had to go shopping today just to bury the guilt…looking for new PJ’s. You know, killing two birds with one stone.

Understand that I am not complaining about my kid. After all, kids will test limits; they will be kids. Madison’s a smart will-filled child who, one day, will do something great for society. Her determination and gusto will get her where she needs to go. There are days I wonder if she’ll make it to “one day”, but then I remember the day she told me that she learned to read a map…in Kindergarten. Good thing we have AAA. Now if only THEY made the “Game of Life”…and not Milton Bradley.

If you ask Julia, she’ll stare you down for your glass…cup…water bottle. Either that or she’ll cry until you give it to her. At 4-months-old she knows she doesn’t even need the cup, but it doesn’t matter. I know this because I’ve tried eating a peaceful meal (with my glass…cup…water bottle…) many times. The operative word being “tried”. I don’t think “eating”, “peaceful”, or “meal” is in the dictionary for the next two years. I’m switching to a Thesaurus. Just sayin’. No, but honestly… it’s a pretty good diet. The trying…not the thesaurus. Of course, the vast quantities of chocolate that are being consumed after the girls’ bedtimes seem to re-balance the scales.

Between a promotion that should have happened a year ago and our little diamond-in-the-rough “dream home” that is only benefiting by being lived in…add a pinch of sass…and a lot of “Seriously, am I too old for this?” (Said with a raised eyebrow)…

Fast-forward two months from now. Hopefully my husband’s promotion will come through and I’ll be able to take a reprieve. I could really use a haircut about now…and a pedicure…a vacation? I haven’t had one of those since 1998. Vacation…not haircut. I’m not Chewbacca…yet. Although when I took Madison in for a haircut, I asked when I should make my 8-week appointment. The receptionist gave me a funny look and then told me that’s it’s been over 4 months since my last haircut. Today I looked at my tresses and thought briefly of all those kids with cancer…who need wigs; then I went out and bought two giant bottles of shampoo. From TJ Maxx…but still. I can’t cut my hair if I know I have all of that shampoo that will go to waste. I still have the receipt though.