September 29, 2011

The Stroke of Twelve

It’s just after midnight, and I just finished unloading and reloading the dishwasher, sorting and switching the laundry, packing the kids lunch boxes, doing a general pick up of the house, and sprinkling baking soda on the carpet (it needs to marinade for a few hours).  I do not understand people that go to bed at 10.

Meanwhile, we’ve had some really fun packages in the mail. The most exciting package was for the girls… mostly Blayne. You see, Blayne is built like me. This is to say, that she has rather long legs, and a short waist. Which means that we have to be very particular about the types of shirts she wears, because a scoop neck means that our belly button is showing. ANYWAYS. Tea Collection got in touch with me and we picked out the most fabulous things for Blayne, and THE NECKLINES! Be still my heart. They are awesome. And the clothes are super soft, and they fit exactly the way children’s clothing should fit, and I am seriously in love. And have already bought something extra for Taylor. But FOR REALS, we’ll have a fashion show later, because Blayne wants to show off.

I have also decided that I need to work on being empathetic towards people. Actually, maybe not. Because empathy is not the same thing as compassion, and I am compassionate towards people and willing to help out with things and such. But empathy. Bleh. I don’t want to feel what other people are feeling. Frankly, any type of emotion exhausts me. Even thinking about having to deal with people’s feelings stresses me out. I’m too clinical for my own good. COMPARTMENTALIZE PEOPLE.

Did you see that I resurrected my other blog? Because I did. And I LOVE IT. And I made some Halloween printables to get my toes wet. Here, have a peek.  halloween printables copy

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I know it’s not a TON of stuff, but I have more coming. Promise. Besides, it’s free, so you really don’t have any room to complain. (Stop having feelings and click here to download.)

AND NOW, we get to talk something that I can never quite decide about. It’s after midnight, so TECHNICALLY, this is THURSDAY, but I should maybe just pretend it’s still WEDNESDAY because I haven’t yet gone to bed. The stroke of midnight, gets me every time.