Sometimes I say no and mean it.

I did not want to go home tonight.  Every now and then when I stay late at work, someone will ask, "What are you doing here?  Don't you want to go home to your family?"  Sometimes I say no and mean it.  If someone had asked me this question tonight, I would have answered in the bad mom way.  But I couldn't stay late.  I had to skulk out at 5:00 on the dot to do a pick up of both Laurel and Rachel.

Tonight Ching had a work happy hour event and right after he was going to tennis.  (I don't know if I told you but Ching plays tennis on Thursday nights)  So it is going to be the girls and me for pick up, dinner, shower/bath and bed.  2 vs. 1.  There is a sliver of me that is literally quaking (and thirsty for Absolut Citron, neat).

If this morning was a snapshot of what tonight may be like, I am seriously screwed.  While Laurel loves camp, this first week has kicked her in the butt.  She is exhausted.  Every other word that she used this morning had a whine to it and a random pout.  And Rachel can always smell my fear. Sometimes I swear that I will turn the corner and find her rubbing her hands together like a bandit of the Old West.  She is gearing up for the terrible two stage like she is going to win an award for the best example.

Both eat very little at dinner.  Probably because they vacuumed down snacks as soon as we walked through the door.  Honestly I don't care.  I have to get to bathing them.

Rachel likes to watch Laurel take a shower and is so mystified that she is a little freaked out.  As a toddler, all she can see is naked Laurel in a rainy box.  She starts to cry while Laurel is yelling "Is all the shampoo out?" while her hair is still full of suds.  ("Laurel you must get under the water to rinse.  No, stand up straight.  You just have your butt in the water stream. Yes, I will get a wash cloth for your eyes")  With no Ching,  Rachel isn't distracted...but we get through.  Time for Rachel's bath while Laurel watches t.v. (oh..thank the Lord for t.v.)  Rachel gets in the bathtub and I pray that she has pooped today.  But for good measure, this is a quick bath..but not quick enough for her to take three sips of bath water and eat soap.

As they go to bed...I want to go to bed too and I will leave my night at that.

As a post script, I truly believe I am going crazy but in a good, creative way.  (It's not like I am going to cut my ear off.)  As I was making the girls dinner, I came up with a limerick--yeah, I know. 

In Newton, there is a motherly chick,

Who threw herself into snarky schtick.

Always tired

But always inspired

For writing, rolling her eyes and saying, Ridic!