I have seen my chiro 2x this week and i may see her again tomorrow and maybe on fri. too. And I would agree that chiro's are NOT created equal. She has this stud working for her now and he's a man handler...he made me groan, "ugh, that was a big one!," one time in the office...and it's an open space too. So EVERYONE could hear me. ne ne ne ne.
It feels slightly better but there are certain positions....and a 2 year old fighting me every step of the way....to get clothes on, shoes on, to go bye bye, to get in the car seat....doesn't help.
And then there's the 7 year old who forgets and climbs on me...ugh.
And then the school gave me this giagantic box full of goods for my hubby and I was like, no way...I'm gonna have to carry that? Even on a good day...would have been better in 2 or 3 smaller boxes...but oh well. I can be a trooper right? And get it out to the troops.
Ok,
So last night dd has ballet/tap and they danced to monster music with black lights on. That was fun.
Today was picture day at school....and my toddler had tumbling and they had all sorts of Halloweenish games to do and play but she was in a funk and said she wanted to go home. By the end she lightened up. But she has been OFF and I hope we can get to this weekend without anyone turning really ugly. (shush up bluey!)
Tomorrow somehow dd's school has chosen me to be one of the drivers to get the kids from school to the apple orchard. I would have volunteered anyway. And now it is rumored that there are children arguing about who will drive in my van and who will drive in the teachers car. DD said Alex wanted to come in my van. Anything but that. You should have seen them try to get his picture today. He kept his mouth open and wiggled his tongue.
So they'd tell him, mouth shut, nice smile...so he did and then he'd move his head from side to side. What a nut! That one kid took like 10 minutes to get his picture. In the mean time, Holly is attacking my dd and I keep thinking....no, you'll mess her hair! ha ha. ooooh kids. gotta love 'em.
So then since the school is small they are having a Halloween trunk or treating party on Fri. You decorate your trunk and the cars line up and the kids go trunk or treating... There will be a bon fire, chili & hot dogs & cocoa, hay ride, and games.
And my girls are acting off....so if I could get them through all of this so we could have the weekend to rest...that would be great.
My mom has started her painting of the background scenes at the local theater for the Christmas Carol play....the poor storefront is what she has started and the rich one will be next. I have helped her with the windows on the top since I'd rather climb a ladder and not her...and mixing paint and critiqueing things so she can have a person remind her about the corner wall she forgot, so it would have been awkward...and where to shade the door and what part would be lightened up because of the lamp post on the corner...
It's actually fun to do this when my toddler isn't having a fit. The first day, she gets on stage and puts her arms up and kicks her foot out and says, "welcome to the show!" and dances and leaps...and runs around all the aisles of chairs. Then we left to get big sister and they are going "backstage" and down ramps...
The another day my toddler is throwing her coat off, ripping her shoes and socks off and throwing them for no good reason? And it's not heated when people are not there and it is FREEZING! Then she gets her foot stuck in a metal seat and bleeds all over...had she had her shoes on...
and I put them on her time and time again and tell her socks on, it is cold and dirty, leave your socks on... And then I finally ignored her tantrum and went and helped my mom mix paints and I can hear her behind me, crying, "socks off! socks off!" So I finally turn around to look at her and she's got her face in the ground, kicking her feet, crying socks off! and her shoes and socks are off and thrown ahead of her.
so I say, Ava, your socks ARE off, so why are you still cryin about it?
So by the time she gets her foot caught in the chair and is bleeding, she is ready to put her socks and shoes back on.
I tell ya...
me,
g