Heiderino

My 8:39 entry tonight - a boastful, bragging, gloating rant about my kids going to bed angelically has come back to bite me in the hiney.

9:09: A surly redhead emerges from her room, her little towel turban (turbie twist) is falling off of her newly-showered head, and she’s not happy. She then complains that I told her after her baby brother went to bed, she could watch Annie. I forgot about this, and she doesn’t want me to forget it. She goes on to tell me about a scary movie she watched - something about a veterinarian, a dog, a cat, and I think a screwdriver.

!!??!! She never saw such a movie in my presence !!??!!

All I could do was tell her that she should think of happy things, like her brother, or Santa, to help her forget about the scary things. I also had to explain to her that the reason we forgot to put Annie on was because we were having fun playing together - she was the Mom, and I was the little girl. (Let me tell you, that was a real eye opener.)

SIGH - at 9:18, I believe (said with utter lack of confidence) she may be down for the night. I fully expect Brett to wake up in a rage at any given moment…