Eeking out

The kids and I are eeking out our last days of fun before school starts. We are lucky to have friends who like to plan fun stuff and then they invite us along. Yesterday was a day that could have ended in ho-hum but actually proved to be quite the opposite.

We made a big trek to a water playground that had potential for a watery fun day...but the playground was really meant for little kids. No big complaints were made from the young folk, but we mom's felt bored by it. After a few phone calls we had a new and way better plan...we had access to a house on the water with water toys, kayaks and a place for the moms to relax too. These were way better accommodations. Thank goodness for friends with access to houses on the water. For me it was a reminder that we always have choices and if we get creative, our days can be unexpectedly fabulous. I'mjustsaying.

I'm in

Last night at dinner my daughter made a point to comment on my blouse I was wearing. It went something like this:

Daughter: Mommy, I like your shirt. I like how it has the lace in the front. I also like the sleeves.

Me: The sleeves are puffy

Daughter: Only a little bit, they're just the right amount.

Why is it that, in that moment, I felt so validated that my 10 year old daughter thought that my shirt looked good. It was as if I was a puppy getting a belly rub...you might have even seen my leg involutarily moving. I will remember this moment because I have a sense that one day, my daughter may NOT approve of my clothing.

My intention is to remain "with it" in an "appropriate for my age" kind of way...no micro minis and midriffs for this "frum frum" (covered my mouth) year old mom. I'mjustsaying

I hope you realize that the picture does NOT show the shirt I was wearing!!!!

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Hey - Does anyone know if we're getting closer to a Jetson's way of life in terms of the Robot Maid? I'm home with the kids for a week by myself and all the home maintenance 'stuff' is already on my last nerve...dishwasher running, beds made, laundry needs folding, house is a little 'grimy'....Where is Rosie when I need her? I'mjustsaying