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I've been feeling so blah today. I really haven't wanted to anything except stay in bed with a book.


Of course I didn't do that. Babies don't entertain themselves for very long. (Or at least mine don't.)
(Teething has quickly turned bad.)


Last night I watched P.S. I Love You, which for the record is billed as a romantic comedy. No. It's not. It's a tearjerker from the word go. I cried more in that movie than I have for any movie in a very long time. Mostly because I know I'm still slightly hormonal and I stay away from movies that make you cry.
(For what it's worth, the movie was good.)



Momma and Daddy are coming to visit Friday. I'm really excited about that. They haven't seen the kids in a few weeks, plus I'm sending Daisy home with them. (She needs come Crazy Nana time.) She's been in trouble pretty much all day. Her tail is going to stay tucked between her legs at the rate she's going. Her first offense was stealing toilet paper from the bathroom and shreading it everywhere. Then John sat his plate down on the end table for just a second and she stole a chip off of it. There was another toilet paper incident. This has been all day. And I know it's been because neither of us have felt like playing much today, but she should still know better. (And it's not like we never play. We play a lot.) So she'll go get lots of attention from my parents and come home completely spoiled and worn out. This works well for us. (Plus my parents get a real kick out of her.)


It's confirmed that we have a babysitter on Saturday night. Rose is going to watch the kids while John and I go out to diner with Kyle and Amanda. I'm so excited and so nervous all at the same time. I know they've been so cranky lately that I don't want them to just meltdown for Rose. Of course, I'll send them with Tylenol and teething tablets, but they still get cranky. Rea's been super clingy. Jay's just been very screamy. I did warn her though. And she seemed really excited to watch them. (Even after I warned of the teething.)
I was so nervous about calling her. I know she said that she wanted to babysit them, but I really do have a very (very) hard time asking for things. It was a huge weight lifted when she joked, "Can I come get them right now?" But she really did seem excited. Yay.

(On a side note- I wonder if it will ever get easier for me to ask others for help. At this rate, very doubtful.)

I really am looking forward to Saturday though. We're going to a super nice place and I just can't wait. I've decided since Rose won't let us doing anything for her for watching the kids, I'm going to order dessert and bring it back for her.


It's supposed to rain all day tomorrow. I'd love to have a nanny for the day so that I could just stay in bed and read all day long. (Or I'm ready for kids who'll like rainy days where you stay in your pajama's all day and watch movies.)



There was more I was going to say, but for life of me I can't remember. And John's grumbling from the kitchen so I better go see what's crawled up his butt.


Gina