The weekend officially begins for me when we pick up MoonPie from school. She gets her grades from the week sent home and it tends to set the mood. Despite being okay with the whole failing concept, she managed to make a 95 on her science test. Whoo Hoo! The other big news is that a new girl came to school on Friday. Everyone was so excited to talk to her that Moon and her friend B didn’t get a lot of time with her. B told Moon it was because they were too low on the elementary school social-ladder and to wear something “popular” on Monday. Kittens, if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to dress popular. Unfortunately, both my Indian kurta AND my bridge sweater were too big for her. Hopefully, Moon’s Star Wars t-shirt will do the trick.
Speaking of Star Wars, we’ve noticed that once Moon is home from school, she tends to park on the couch like Jabba the Hut and say things like, “Food, Me, Now.”
A case could be made that this is our fault. Since she was born, we’ve followed her around just waiting for instruction. We didn’t even wait till she could talk. She’d just point and grunt and we’d run around guessing, “A cookie? Baby wanna toy? Does you need a blankie?” and basically jump around handing her things until she seemed satisfied. Hey, Super Nanny I’m not.
Of course, it probably doesn’t help that she sees ME sitting on the couch and yelling to JD, “Hey, these steaks aren’t going to cook themselves!” The point is, this weekend we instigated a NEW rule which goes like this – Nobody does nothing for nobody that they can do for themselves. I may embroider that on a pillow. A cute pillow, to match my cute living-room.
Yes, Team Tyre finally decided to get on with painting our white living-room, cream. The plan was to take all day Saturday for the job, but Moon wanted to get started as soon as she got home from school. We finished the entire job in about three hours on Friday night. Which is about a tenth of the time JD spent complaining about how long it was going to take, how much trouble it was going to be, how badly we’d spill paint, and how short we were going to be on the paint we’d purchased. For real. It was the easiest paint job we’ve ever done, even IF he somehow ran into the ladder and got a big gash on his forehead. And the best news of all? In bright light, if you look carefully, you can almost see the difference.