busy from the word GO

But I did have a bit of a break last night - I put Miss RosieWild in her cage around 10pm, and the little ones in around then too. They are on a late schedule, which is great in the morning, but when 9 and 10 roll around at night, and things are still going strong...ugh, I think they need an earlier schedule.

I read the paper every morning, somehow. Sometimes I don't get to it 'til afternoon, but I do get to it. I know the same news can be mostly read online, but I like reading it in the paper. It isn't as topical. I always read the obituaries. This morning, I read on of a 29 year old guy, no cause of death listed. I wondered if it was suicide. Then I read about it, what a horrible and flukey accident : he was part of a volunteer crew cleaning up an old cemetary, and the top section of an old tombstone fell on his head. 29 years old. Life is stranger than fiction, and sometimes so very sad.

I had to laugh at myself yesterday. I took Mali, Kathryn, Jonathan, and Charlotte Claire shopping. It seemed like it would be extremely easy, since Miss Camille was staying home and getting her nice nap with Abigail and Mirielle. Well, the first store was a big boring store, according to Jon. Kohls. We like to go in there and cruise the clearance racks. "We" of course does not include Jon or Charlotte Claire. They have one thing in mind, looking at the toys, which I save for last as an incentive. I came across a pretty pink sparkly purse, $3. I asked Charlotte Claire if she wanted it. Oh, yes mommy! I then told Jon we might find him something little. Short version: he was fine that everything in their toy department was too expensive, but Miss Charlotte Claire decided she MUST have a pretty pink princess chair. She dragged it off the shelf. I took it and put back. She fussed. She threw the little pink purse on a shelf, said she did not want it. She fussed. I simply said fine, don't get the purse, but we are not getting that chair. We finished up, went to the register, and she was still whining, so Mali took her out the van. She was not happy. She decided she DID want that purse. Sorry. No. As much as my soul ached for her, I knew she had to learn....so I told the whole thing back to her in story form, like this: "I saw a little girl in that store, and she was getting a purse!...", on and on....

I have told it to her a few times now, and how that little girl got greedy, and ended up without the purse. I don't know, part of me says just leave them home, but part of me says it is good for them to go out with me and learn things like this.

We then went to Target, where she did get a pair of seventycent sunglasses. Then to the grocery store, where they were in a race car cart, got balloons, and were happy and good. The reason I had to laugh at myself: they were pretty awful in Kohls. I can't really blame them. But Kathryn and Mali were off looking at things, so to the casual observer, I just had two small children who were being brats. It would have been just right if I had run into Logan and Madelyn and their mom......

Well, trouble is brewing here: Camille woke up, took off her diaper, Jon and Charlotte Claire are in there....Charlotte Claire just scratched Camille....