In review: Always on a holiday

1. Does this happen to anyone else?  Every time there’s a nice long holiday weekend to enjoy and relax, I get sick. Or at the very least feel very icky.  Sure enough, after acting completely bizarre and disturbing, at times, for the last couple of weeks (more on that in another post…maybe), Braska has a 101.6 fever tonight. And I’ve been feeling horrible today, worse tonight, knowing that it’s only going to get worse.  I can feel it.  It follows the same pattern.  She’s only been to school 6 days, and here we go again.  I seriously think I’ll lose my mind.

2. Kinlee’s really twitching me out with her talking.  After we got in the van on Wednesday morning, she looked and pointed at the seat next to her and said, “Braska’s seat.”  Possessive, identifier, two words. Clear as day. (Well, to be fair, it was more like “Brakka’s” seat. The SK sound is hard.) I don’t know much about normies, but that seems pretty good to me for less than 17 months.  She’s then been bringing me everything in the house, “Mama’s shoe,” “Dad’s shirt,” “Belle-Belle’s food.” She can also ask for Baby Signing Time quite clearly and is up to somewhere around 20 signs for doing them and about 50 for signs she can read and announce if we do them.   Lately she’s been asking for alot of “Rosies! Ashes!” as in Ring Around the Rosie…and she loves to play with Braska, but Braska just likes to hold hands and then fall down.  Frustrating to KiKi.

3. For those who asked about the haircut “after” pic, when actually in use, here you go, snapped last week on my way out for the evening… I definitely don’t look like this tonight.  Think blah, pale, scary-looking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And this picture made me laugh a little because it is proof that my new smaller size allowed me to be inducted into the Polo t-shirt club.  I was gifted this shirt with congratulations.  (If you’ve met a couple of my more sophisticated family members, you’ll know that you rarely see them that this “horse,” as Kinlee calls it, is not present. 

4. I love July 4th, like any good American, but I can’t STAND that it’s acceptable (not sure if it’s LEGAL) for my neighbors to be setting off fireworks every night for the week before and the week after, give or take a few stragglers who throw in an extra week.  Right now I can hear 3 different groups setting them off.  I have kids trying to sleep, people!  And I feel less than great tonight and am heading to bed in about 5 minutes. Not that I’ll be able to sleep.  Even with my fan on high, I’ll still hear them.  And they’ll make me crazy.  Every year, I think I should find someplace where they are illegal completely except in organized city shows and go there for the holiday weekend.  Just to sleep peacefully.  I know—it makes me an Independence Day Scrooge, but seriously…they go til midnight sometimes!  Have some neighborly respect, please!

5. To end on a happy note, my husband washed our cars today.  A big surprise, but very cool. Thanks, babe!

Good night. Here’s wishing you all peaceful explosion-free sleep.