We drove quite awhile in the car today and Layla kept asking me "you done on the phone mama?" Poor thing. I was making calls the whole time because car time is a GREAT time to talk -she's strapped down and content and I can think!
We are embroiled in a health care mess that is slowly getting resolved. I hate this stuff at the end of moving time.
I saw a fox on the sidewalk tonight! It was rather cool.
I was busy enough tonight to put Layla in front of the TV with a video and basically ignored her for a VERy productive 45 mins. She was DESPERATE for attention by the end of it. So much so that she was actually creeping between me and the bed where I was kneeling with all sorts of papers spread out. When that didn't work, she laid down next to me and kicked me over and over. I was sort of ignoring at this point just to see what lengths she would go to to get my attention! It was so sad. I felt so bad for other kids whose parents don't/can't give attention or give good attention. I was in the middle of big filing project and just HAD to finish before I stopped. We had some good cuddles after that (=
Tom's in phoenix and it has gone well, but he is wiped out and still battling a sinus infection. Poor guy. We have so much catching up to do as well!
Every time I move I have a "moving book" that becomes my catchall for EVERYTHING. I started it back in November and had to put it away in December. So now it is commissioned for work once again and I love having it back out. I buy a different notebook for each move and it just symbolizes that phase that I have gone through SO many times (= Lots and lots of do-lists and reminders and numbers to remember etc etc. If I don't use a notebook, I start getting MANY separate pieces of paper and then lose my mind. Take it from me - get a notebook and force yourself to put EVERYTHING in it.
Am pooped. Am going to bed.
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