I think I deserve a break – a few min to start this blog entry while floors dry with inadvertent….or perhaps Freya is as nefarious as she is cute…and they are purposeful puppy prints that mark my kitchen floor. Oh wait…what was I saying? Ah yes, a break from cleaning to start this blog entry, see how a friend is doing and check in on Meister Penguin! Before getting back to it.
I woke up late this morning, mostly on purpose since the servers would have been down for hours before my usual 5am rising. Pollen counts feel through the roof according to the pile of bricks that seem to have found their way into my head…it’s like the morning after without the enjoyment of the booze that got you there. Avoiding the mirror, I had good time to twist my hair into a knot before tripping over Freya who’s always eager as hell to wake up the Diva with licks and snifflings. The Diva’s a smart one, that’s for sure cause judging by the impatient thwap of a surprisingly solid tail against my thigh; Freya wasn’t going to reach the other side of the bed where said Diva was curled up, fake sleeping. We have a couple rituals, beyond dog kisses is that I get “scared” by said sleeping child and we get a piggyback ride to the loo. Well, I don’t get one *sniffles* … It was actually quite amusing. Once E caught sight of me giving the Diva her piggyback ride and from our room, spoke with great concern as to what was wrong that our healthy child couldn’t just walk herself there. Humour all around to the explanation that it’s just something we do…hopefully not when she’s like…10 or something.
While airing out her bed I pondered how this entry would go. I prolly look like I spoil the Diva when I go about setting a couple things straight in her room or picking ideas for the day’s wardrobe…or is that couture in diva terms? She’s still at an age where she likes company while getting dressed AND I’ll still put her socks on for her and why not fold her pj’s while I’m at it? She actually doesn’t do a bad job of overall keeping her room somewhat tidy…wish I could say the same for the Elfling. *sighs* Yesterday we made a game of going through one of her drawers – ridding it of shirts too small or disliked for further life. Someday I’ll get the bags of outgrown things to Goodwill. Racing down the stairs I catch sight of how she bounces happily towards the kitchen in a vintage Cocoa Krispies t-shirt. I’m so lucky to have cool kids.
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