I spelled my name wrong yesterday while trying to log into blogger. It drives me absolutely nuts when people spell my name with just one "l", and then I go an do it myself. I'm so embarrassed.
I also just spelled "embarrassed" wrong. Remember the "No Excuse 50" from 8th period remedial English, Mela? Yeah, now I'm truly embarrassed.
I discovered yesterday that if you catch it quickly enough, a piece of dry tissue will remove crayon from walls. Just passing that on.
I bought one of those automatic-sensor nightlights for the hall so we could stop leaving the laundry room light on all night. The little girls in my house yesterday had never seen anything so amazing ("It's magical!" were the exact words.) You all should shell out $2 for one of these babies - even if you don't need a nightlight, the entertainment value alone is worth its weight in gold.
I'm sorry for being so needy last week,
I stayed up way too late last night. It's hard to go to bed when Chris isn't here - too big, cold, and lonely.
Ellie seems to have some sort of internal radar that allows her to wake up at 2:30 in the morning when Chris is out of town and demand to sleep with me. She doesn't do this when he's here. I think this may be partly my fault, since a few months ago I let her climb in bed with me early in the morning (5am early, not 2:30am early!) when he was gone. As cute, sweet, and cuddly as she is when she's sleepy, this is not a habit that I want to encourage.
I've been wearing my glasses full-time lately because I need new contacts but can't get them until I see the eye doctor, and I don't have an appointment for another week. I haven't worn my glasses this many days in a row since the 8th grade. It's very strange.
Interestingly, Lexi also has an eye doctor appointment next week. Believe it or not, she failed the school vision screening. Huh.
There is no school today. It's a gorgeous day. We were planning on going to the zoo, but Vicki made some unfortunate choices yesterday evening and is now grounded for the day. Talk about a learning experience. She is one unhappy camper. Good times.
Why can't we all just get along?