...the diva is still awake. I have to admit that I am somewhat lax about bedtime during the summer. As long as everyone is settled down doing something quietly (watching TV, reading, etc) I'm not going to be a stickler about what time they turn the lights out. The younger kids generally nod off somewhere between 9 and 11.
Sydney is at that in between stage. Not quite a little girl but not a teenager yet. So she sometimes keeps going longer. She's doing her laundry as I type. Hmmm.. laundry at midnight. I wonder where she gets THAT from? Hey who am I to stop her from doing a chore!
However, Miss Thang finds it necessary to prattle on about God knows what at about a mile a minute while she's loading the washer and adding detergent and fabric softener.
I am in agony. I lost a filling some time back. I have an inane fear of dentists. I will avoid them at all costs. I need to be in excruciating, unbearable pain before I will seek one out. I'm not quite there yet. Agony is doable and can be downgraded to bearable with lots of Kanka and Excedrin.
I am not one of those people who wants a lot of attention when I'm hurting. Make sure I have liquid, pain killers and a quiet place to lay my head and I'll be fine all by my lonesome thank you very much.
I bathed my mouth in Kanka, I swallowed a handful (ok two) of Excedrin and now I just want QUIET. But Miss Sydney won't give it to me!!! She has to stop and tell me SOMETHING every time she walks past me. Which is frequently what with trips to the bathroom, the fridge and now to do her laundry. I finally had to tell her.. "Baby girl!!! I love you. God, I love you. But SHUT UP! Mama needs QUIET until the medicine kicks in." She said, "Oops" and crept away.
Only to be back not five minutes later babbling on about what she's going to do when school starts! OMG!!! Seriously???? I gave her my "I will light you ablaze right here" glare and she finally (I think) took the hint. Dear God above. The child is nothing if not persistent. I pity the man who marries her.