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Bribery, Trickery, Manipulation...all in a day's work

The two babes and I have been home with colds all week.  Leading up to the Monday morning cough, sore throat and runny nose, we had cautiously stayed in all weekend for other reasons...Protective husband did the Costco and grocery store run to stock up (before the massive raid on toilet paper) and we kept our kiddos clean and at home. If you're reading this post at a later date, we're in the midst of the Corona Virus frenzy at the moment. Our household lands somewhere in between "The world is going to end" and "We're going to do whatever we want because this is all a sham." And that's my summary of the extremes I see on social media. 

With all that, I've been home for seven (7!) days straight.

Whenever I'm forced to stay in with the kids for any length of time (because I refuse to be the mom in the Chik Fil-A play area with a snot dripping kid. Yuck) I end up feeling a lot of emotions. Some include but aren't even close to being limited to:

I miss.adults.so.much.
I really wish I could make out with my husband (we make a huge effort to keep him healthy,  somebody's gotta make money around here)
I need my SOUL fed...need to pray, be creative, connect, WRITE.

So today...here I am.

I'm finally feeling a WIN on this Friday morning. Well, I haven't lost my cool at all this week with the girls (unless it happened under the influence of cold meds and I'm forgetting) so this is actually  the second victory if I'm giving myself the credit I deserve.

Today is the first day Charlotte is heading back to preschool. I've been watching this child all morning and I KNOW she is feeling well enough. And while she begged me to attend on the two other designated preschool days this week, she is wining about wanting to stay home today. She's pretty smart and says things like, "But I wanna be with YOU"...ya know, all the things that make a mama swoon.

Today happens to be "Dress as your favorite Character" day, the final dress up day of "Dr. Seuss Week." I had lots of ideas once I realized yesterday that we had a creative opportunity in the 24 hours ahead. However I made the mistake of fighting two battles at once...go to school AND dress up. Clearly a bad idea since little girl woke up with a bad attitude.  I don't think I'm supposed to use the word "bad" ever in reference to my child (???) so, she had a poor attitude. 

Then it hit me, in the middle of a high ponytail and concealer application (it's Friday so I'm givin' it all I got obviously)...CINDY LOU WHO.

Little Cindy wears pajamas in one of her famous scenes, catching the Grinch on Christmas Eve. HELLO!

So guess what 5 year old found her way to school in footsie jammies, slippers and a bath robe.  That's right.

I win TWICE! If you're picturing Lotte with multiple funky braids and exaggerated teeth, you're out of your mind. I don't think she's winning any contests today. But, good enough for 'ol mom!

Ok, I'll share victory #3 (all within a 45 minute period. I mean, WOW)
I may have conditioned my kids to expect Disney soundtracks in my car.  Don't tell them, but it's kinda for my benefit. The Little Mermaid is secretly still my favorite movie. All three of us have our preferences (Moana please! what?) and little Bailey loves her some "Rapunzel" aka "Tangled." For those of you in the know, and if you aren't I highly recommend studying up, Mandy Moore is the voice of Rapunzel. Aaaaand she's one of my heroes. in life.

Mandy has a new album and Spotify, so clever, recommended it to yours truly. 

"You want Rapunzel, Bay? Listen to this new song she's singing! Wow, it's so good! Do you like it?!"

"Yea!"

Uh Thank you...

Let me know if you'd like me to be your personal Mom-Consultant.  I can send you my rates.

TGIF

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