I hate the morning fight. My youngest, 11 year old female, has no concept of time in the morning. No matter how much time I give her in the mornings I am yelling at her the last 5 minutes as she is rushing to catch the bus. I have been tempted to buy a timer and put it on a string around her neck in the morning but I am not even sure that would work. There was a news story the other day about a mother that was using an electric cattle prod on her daughter which I knew was wrong but at some other level thought what an idea. As a mother you get a lot of those ideas running through your head but you don't actually do them. I am always shock when these news stories come out and also scared that I actually have thought of the same thing. Good thing for that fine line that I could never and would never cross.
Well I stayed up to watch the Red Sox get into the world series last night so today should be a doozie. This week will feel like nothing compared to past weeks. Sean is done with football, Sara doesn't have any swim meets till Saturday for counties so I only have 2 to pick up from practices. Just about a week and a half lull and onto the next set of sports.
Painting awaits.
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