World's. Worst. Mother. I made Eleanor cry buckets literally fifteen seconds after she got up. I was first down after a bad night's sleep, sitting with my back to the hallway door, shovelling in Cheerios. Eleanor, who normally thunders around the house in herd of elephants mode, crept up behind me and put her face right by mine and said something.

I don't startle well. I shrieked, shouted at her and made her cry. Oh, boy. We had many hugs and apologies and I put an 'I love you' note in her lunch bag with a shiny sticker but even so...

Then just as we were about to go out to the school bus I noticed something odd on the computer screen; Lauren (age 2) had opened AIM and poor [livejournal.com profile] _green_ was sitting there patiently, wondering why I wasn't answering her 'hello'. I got a good morning hug from Green so that was nice but after I came back from the bus I found L had also clicked reply about six times on a newsgroup I was looking at. Don't think she sent any but that's more by luck than anything.

Today was library sale day. Nothing like a book sale to bring out the beast, hmm? I turn from mild mannered Jane to Long Armed Pushy Fiend from Hell but it's more self defence. Some of those people in line were _determined_. I volunteer there so I get to browse the sale books in the weeks before the sale and snaffle any I want, but I still emerged victorious with a bagful for me and everyone else, family and friends included. ::does the I got books dance::
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