Evie, sitting near her, looked up and said,
"Focus, Abby!! Concentrate!!"
Abby took it in good spirits, rolled her eyes and moved on.
Later, when she got her zipper stuck on her coat, she said,
"Mom, can you help me?"
"I can help you, Ab..."and moved forward to fix it...,
"Oh, no, I draw the line here. I'll fix it myself."
I think, looking back, that my 3 year old taught my 9 year old to be more self-reliant.
On a diet update, I lost a pound. Yeah, salad and tuna for a week and all I lost was a pound. You see, the problem is the Ambien at night. About an hour after I take it, I can't say no to whatever secret goodies are stashed in the fridge. Like the 2 slices of leftover pizza, or the last 3 squares of chocolate from Abby's Wonka Bar.
Frikken Ambien is destroying whatever work I'm gaining during the day, and to top it off:
GIRL SCOUT COOKIES came in today. WTF am I suppossed to do with them?????????????