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My four year old teenager

Well Yesterday, I took the kids to Target. Or as I like to call it - Mecca. Seriously, other than putting food in my mouth or drinking wine, nothing makes me happier than an excuse to go to Target. I say excuse because I know when I walk through those doors, one hundred dollars are about to come out of my pocket, so I need to find real reasons to go there.
Like, I need diapers.

Or I need juice boxes

Or I need a new welcome mat

Or I need a tank top

Or I need a new book, a cd, a dvd, hey look it's on sale! don't I need a new lip gloss, etc, etc.

When it's on sale, it might as well be free in my book.

So, anyway, Meg asks for a radio for her room. Did I mention she's 4 and a half. She then proceeds to tell me "but Chloe has a radio" -- Chloe is her friend, my best friend's daughter, who she looks up to because she's six and really when you are four and someone is six, it's like they are the lead singer of U2 or Hannah Montanna. But anyway, I buy her a pink radio and then we go on to select two cds (High School Musical, and Kids Bop)

I take them home, put it on her dresser, plug it in and get the disk going.

She then promptly tells me  --  Now GO.
And I do.

I go on to make dinner, all the while not able to hear my radio in the kitchen because hers is BLARING from the other room.

I then know how my mom felt. And, I feel old.

Sometimes....I stress

So, this morning I had a 10 am meeting, which was big big big. I had to run it and I had the big bosses coming. Now, I can usually be at work at 9:30am if I have to with no problem, but you never know, with two kids and the LIRR which way the wind will blow.

And that wind, is exactly what happened to me this morning. At about 4am, the wind was WHIPPING through Long Island, making the windows shake as it also down poured rain. I knew this was not going to be good for the morning commute. I woke my husband and said "the train is going to be delayed"...he assumed I was still asleep, but no I was up and in full stress mode.

You see, if I don't make the 8:30 train and at my desk by 9:30, the next option doesn't have me getting in until after ten am, and that's not good for my meeting -- so I had to make it.
And, I very carefully planned for this morning to go smoothly.

I had ironed a nice dress (really, I hung it up in the bathroom to let the steam hit it so it'd get out any big kinks -- hey, who has time to iron anymore!)

I spent a good twenty minutes reviewing Meg's wardrobe with her, sitting on the floor of her room until my legs fell asleep and I had to grunt and groan to get up! But, all worth it if she was happy with what she was wearing the next day.

I bathed both children, so that in the morning they'd just need a spit shine, but all syrup, ketchup, chocolate smears, etc were off their bodies and out of their hair.

I ordered a wake up call from my husband for 7am and threated him with bodily harm if he missed it.

And after all of that meticulous planning....whammo, the weather gets me.

And, I was starting to finally feel good this week!
I found out a--I don't have breast cancer (always a nice way to start the week)
                    b--I found my driver's license in my bag and my husband never even knew it was missing
                    c--I got all of Meg's Kindergarten registration forms filled out ahead of time
AND

The biggest plus of all

MY GOD DAMN FREAKING EYE FINALLY STOPPED TWITCHING.

This was a record folks, it was a a good month of on and off , but DAILY twitching.