The Haps.....

1.  Cheerleading...  on day three of try-outs, Morgan came home and said "there is already so much drama and we haven't even made the team yet.  These girls are getting to me, I can't imagine how I will feel about them in four months"  We made a pros and cons list and decided that "girl drama" was NOT to be in our future.  So, no cheerleaders this year.   I would be lying if I said I was heartbroken.  It was going to cost me $1000.  And I'd be driving here and there and back to here again.  And then, I'd have to hear the "girl stories" most likely be smack dab in the "girl drama" not to mention I'd be as poor as a church mouse.  Which would naturally mean I wouldn't be able to go to ACE Hardware and buy new skirts for months and months.

2.  Ace Hardware...  In case you are asking...  I buy at least 2 skirts a month from our local Ace Hardware Store.  They have darling clothes there.  Well, truth be told, it is hit or miss.  You have to get there on a good day and they either have oodles of desirable wares or they have "Grandma trying to be hip" clothes.  But, they are so cheap.  I got my luscious St. Patrick's Day skirt there for $13.99.  I know!!!

 3.  I'm done...  I've said it before, but it bears repeating.  Wo, be unto the child who ticks me off right before I post a new post.  This time it is Allie.  And here is why I have made a promise to myself that I will be an enabler NO MORE!!  She has known for weeks, dare I say months that her book report was due today.  And she started reading her book on Wednesday.  It's only 215 pages, but she'll "give it a go".  Needless to say,  Thursday morning, she switched up her book to "The Hunger Games".   MMMMMMMMMMMMM  could it be that she's seen the movie and so therefore, doesn't really need to read the book?   I don't want to speculate.  Let's give her the benefit of the doubt, and say she read the whole thing in 2 hours.

Well, Thursday night was crazy.  We had FHE.  Allie had a Basketball game.  And in my chaotic, on the verge of a mental breakdown,  I spaced that I was supposed to help her make her book report bookmark.  I started yelling at her to take a shower (like I do every night) at 8:30.  Then at 9:00.  Then again at 9:30.  I finally had to resort to confiscating all of her electronics, which she is currently having a love affair with.  (I haven't actually caught her in the act yet, but I'd lay a substantial amount of money down on a bet that she talks lovingly/sings to them as she plugs them in to be charged at night.)  Taking them away DEVASTATES her.  And gives me an exuberant amount of leverage.

Fast forward to Friday morning at 6:30am.  I am walking on the treadmill at the gym and the text messages start coming in faster than I can read them first from Morgan's phone...  then Quincey's phone... then from the iMessage app on the Pad.  "MOM....  you forgot to do my book report.  YOU forgot to remind me it was due.  YOU were supposed to help me.  YOU are going to make me fail that class......  Will YOU type it up and bring it to my school by 11:00....ETC"

And.....  don't judge me.  But I did.  For reasons unknown to me, I do things like this.  It's a result of a near lifetime of enabling.  Covering up imperfections and pretending that life was rosy when it was the exact opposite of rosy is what I did for years and even though I have tried to overcome that flaw, it still creeps in every now and then.

So, I rush in to work and write a book report in like 13 minutes, print it and drop if off at her school.  I'm a good mom....  I'm a good mom....  Jesus will bless me....

And to this moment, not a thank you or an I'm sorry has left the girl's lips....  I know because I have been waiting for it.  And it ain't comin'.

And I could slit my throat.

4.  Morgan studied and studied as she does with the goal of passing the driver's permit test on the first try.  Anything less would be considered failure.  And of course, she did it.  I CANNOT believe I am doing this AGAIN!!  I keep thinking...  these life events are coming around too fast.  But then I think...  Wait until the triplets start doing things.  I will have a baptism every year, a license every year, a graduation every year.

I am proud of her though.  She will be a very conscientious driver.  Not to mention pretty cute.

I might also mention there are 73 "selfies" like this on my phone currently.  You think I'm joking.  But I'm not....... 73.

And here we are at FHE trying to pretend we don't have massive stress headaches.  I am a wreck right now.  Every once in a while, it gets overwhelming.  There is only ONE of me and SO MANY of them.  And they all have problems of varying magnitudes that I am a part of and/or am currently solving.  From college down to diaper rash and all kinds of drama in between.  You have NO IDEA.

Is it at all possible for me to go on a vacation?