There was a loud knock on the door of The Big Top this afternoon. I peeked through the peephole and I saw a box…a large box. But I didn’t order anything that would come in such a big box…
I opened the door anyway and found a robot!
A blue-eyed robot!
And where there is one little robot, there is sure to be another one showing up.
Hugh Jackman once said that he would love to have a robot at home. Dude, I’ve got two…blue-eyed robots!
You know, other than the fact that I was there the day that she was born and cut the cord that attached her to her mother; or the fact that she looks like her mother and my other daughters, as does her sister because ginger genes rule…
I‘m Harriet the Spy, Mima.
Who are you spying on?
As sisters do to sisters because they are your sisters. Extra bonus points if they are your younger sisters and you catch them doing something you believe to be wrong.
These two facts indeed confirm that she is definitely her mother’s daughter which is good because I was beginning to wonder when she declared that Full House is dumb.
Sometimes life is just not much fun which I explain to my young adult children is why it sucks to be a grownup. I told them when they were younger too but they never listened then as children anxious to be grown up never do.
Today was one of those days where life pressed down a little too hard…a migraine…the eye twitchy thing…worrying about work (or lack of) and finances and a broke-ass car that we can’t afford to replace but replace we must and my kids (as their mom I always do worry every damn day because I’m their mom, dammit!)…dealing with my brother’s texts full of lectures and fears about Mommy Dearest’s colonoscopy because routine is never a reality for them which only served to amp up the eye twitchy thing into hyper-drive…and a scary-assed, WTF-is-happening-around-us, near miss driving from Stockton with my son in the car this afternoon. Quite frankly I just wanted to curl up into a ball and weep and wait for sleep or relief from any of what was pressing down upon me too hard to come.
And then the neighbors came over.
This kind of helps.
Actually it helps a lot.
What are you doing Fallon?
Because stacking your Auntie’s shot glass collection is totally a normal 2 year old thing.
Disney Princesses and Super Heroes together…getting along…having a party together, as Fallon informs me.
Dude! The party don’t start until they walk in. See?! They can all get a long!
Nobody tell Fallon that I took this picture. I mean it.