October 19, 2012

  • Losing My Mind

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    I was aware of the time.....sort of....because Chewlee was late being picked up.  I don't know why but there always seems to be late tables coming in to the restaurant where the Princess works and she is either low gal on the totem pole or the people want her to take care of them.  Since most of these are good tippers, she obliges.  BUT...if Chewlee has something she thinks is exciting to tell her mother (like she did tonight) or she's just a bit overtired, she gets impatient for her mother to pick her up and take her home.  Tonight she thought her mother was leaving her here overnight without telling her.  I assured her that it wasn't THAT that was keeping her mother because she would have had to discuss it with ME first.  She made the Beast call her mother, however, just to be sure.    It was really funny.

    The good news she wanted to tell her mother was how good she had been at church tonight.  The Beast said it was the very BEST behavior EVER for her.  That made Chewlee proud and anxious for the Beast to tell her mother.  She sat quietly, didn't disturb anyone with her talking or singing and she didn't fidget either.  For Chewlee, that had to have been really hard.  But she did it and she was very proud of herself.  Of course, the Beast had told her that was the only way she could go with him and I threatened not to let her go, too, because she wouldn't let me brush her hair or wipe her face and hands off.  He also told her that if she didn't behave, she couldn't go with him in the future.  There she was, clutching *her* bible and a songbook with a very serious look on her face and continually saying, *I promise....I promise!*

    She was hungry when they got home (the Beast didn't stop at McD's) so she was snacking on an English Muffin (...and it's got BUTTER on it, Grandma!) and a banana.  She also had a small glass of milk to wash it all down and then was fidgeting and running around, teasing Baron with one of his squeaky toys.  I told the Beast that she obviously had to work off all that peacefulness and he said, *Oh that started in the car.  She became a real motor-mouth and couldn't sit still either.*  One way or another.....   It's just tough for kids to sit through two hours of a minister giving a sermon and then just having a short potty break in between before it starts all over again.  When asked what she had learned, she just shrugged.  Well, it's still a good lesson.  She WILL learn some self-discipline.

    Me?  When the two of them left, I kicked back (literally) and just relaxed.  Even the dog did.  Cracked me up because I actually heard him snoring.  Didn't last long because I think he woke himself up and he changed position.  He only seems to do that when he sleeps on his back.  Kinda like people. 

    I watched this program called...10 Things You Didn't Know About..(insert name here).  Tonight it was Hitler and Patton.  I discovered I knew all but one of the 10 things about Hitler.  Only knew four of the things about Patton.  It's always nice to learn something new.  I would have sworn I knew all those little things about Hitler mainly because Mustachio was such a history buff when he was younger and he asked questions (some embarrassing ones included if you know anything about Hitler's sex life) and he also had to tell me all the new and interesting things he learned.  He actually stunned me with what he learned and even how accurately he could discuss different WW 2 events without you ever feeling these were things he learned by rote.  He KNEW the information about the battles, the planning, the flaws, etc.  It was kind of scary because he was only about 10 then.

    Once Chewlee finally left, I was glad for her because she really didn't want to sleep here...not tonight.  She reassured me that we could have a sleepover *some other time*.    I sometimes wonder if she only has one because she thinks I get lonely without her.  She told me this was her *other* home, not her *real* one but she DID love me, too.  She can be so damned loveable and adorable at times.  Actually, most of the time.  But when she's a brat (oh yes, she CAN be a brat, too!), she is a REAL brat.  LOL.  But I love her anyway. 

    Love you all.  Have a great day tomorrow.  It's Friday!  Woo hoo! 

     

    PS:  See?  I really AM losing my mind.  I never did tell you how I lost track of time once she left.  And I think I won't now.  It'll be my little secret.