A log

4:15 am - hear slow creaking of the doorknob.
4:20 am - creaking has stopped so fall back asleep
4:25 am - creaking resumes and results in freaking me out and pissing me off simultaneously
4:30 am - see 6 year old shadowy figure trying to sneak into my closet
4:31 am - I wave him over and ask him to explain what is going on. Find out he is looking for his Webkinz password in our closet.
4:33 am - realize my son is wide awake and being completely serious.

It is a good time to mention I have no idea what time it is during any of this. I do have a clock, but it is on Dan's side, and without my glasses I can't read it.

4:35 am - get out of bed to help my son.
4:36 am - stop to look at the clock in the kitchen. Swear.
4:37 am - go downstairs and explain to my son that the Webkinz password is a much smaller concern than the fact that he is up, moving and bothering me.
4:39 am - pray quickly that my sleep deprived words don't scar him. I also mention that the password is in fact written on a piece of paper on the computer...so it is fairly difficult to miss. Finally convince him to go back to bed and tell him that he can get up at 6:30.
4:45 am - tuck my son back into bed and stumble to my own bed.

5:00 am - lay in bed and think about mexican food
5:15 am - lay in bed and think about the tv show Chuck
5:45 am - lay in bed and think about sad comedians
6:00 am - start to drift...and I'm out

6:45 am - woke up by a slowly creaking doorknob. Swear.
6:50 am - am informed that the Webkinz password does not work.
6:51 am - take my son downstairs where he shows me the password paper. I explain to him that it is fine. He explains to me that it isn't fine because I had laid the paper upside down on the computer, and it confused him.
6:53 am - I surrender, log him in myself, tell him if he bothers me again he may have to look for another family.

I give!

I spend way too much time trying to pull off the "I don't care what I look like" look. Okay, I confess! I do care what I look like and I do spend 20 minutes in front of the mirror attempting to get the perfect casual ponytail. I also carefully apply layers of foundation, coverup and bronzing powder to look like I don't need to wear makeup.

Whew, this grownup woman thing is a equal combination of deception and hard work.

Stupid Initiative

I found a piece of paper on my table. It reads "Initiative is seeing what needs to be done and doing it." I feel the need to explain that this paper was left over from Jaden's class at church, not a cleverly placed motivator by my husband (or is it both...hmmm).

I was extremely psyched that Jaden is going to be learning about initiative at church this month. Finally he will hear from others that I am indeed correct and he does need to pick up his dirty underwear or take a shower or not leave sharp little evil lego pieces on the floor.

There is another piece of paper on my table. It is my to do list for the week. Or as I like to call it, "my feel quilty all week" list. The irony is not lost on me.