TOMORROW

Have you ever had to explain the concept of "tomorrow"?

...to a 4-year-old?

It goes something like this:

"Is today tomorrow?"

"No, tomorrow is tomorrow."

"But mommy said we're going here tomorrow and we're going today,  so isn't today tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow always changes. Today is yesterday's tomorrow. But today has new tomorrow."

*silence*

**long silence**

"Did that not make sense?"

"No."

"It doesn't make sense to me anymore either. Want some ice cream?"

Camping

I get to go camping this weekend with my best friend. I'm pretty excited. I need a vacation. It's been a rough week. But then all I have is next week and then a whole week of no work. Well...I'll be working at Scooter's a few days...but that's not really work.

Anywho...I need to shower and go to bed. I'm taking them to the Children's Museum tomorrow, so I need energy. Lots and lots and lots of energy.

I have a dream

Er...I had a dream. Last night.

So I was taking the oldest of the kids I watch to school and before we left his mom said that we needed to stop and get his friend a gift card at the mall because they had forgotten to do it earlier. We're running late though, so I tell him to just  stay in the car and I'll run in and get it. (I would never do that.) So I go into the mall and I'm trying to find this store in this mall that my brain has obviously made up because I've never seen it before. 

Anyway, so I'm walking along and I hear these girls behind me talking about how they loved my outfit. So I turn around and of course--it's Alicia Keys and two of her stylists. They love my outfit. So I play it cool and pretend that I didn't hear them, but I'm definitely walking more confidently. (Dude...Alicia Keys complimented my outfit....) But I'm running late and suddenly I realize that leaving a six-year-old in a parking lot by himself probably wasn't smart and I rush off to find this store so I can get the gift card and go.

I can't find the store, I can't find the store...I get to the escalator and these two kids are messing around on it and before the escalator operator (like that's a real job) can tell them to stop, it experiences a power failure. But I need to go up this escalator so I ask when it's going to start again and she tells me it will be twenty minutes. And in a demonic voice I yell, "TWENTY MINUTES???" She calmly tells me yes and the only other sugar-free escalators are all the way across the mall. (Yes...sugar-free.)

This is a huge problem because Alicia Keys complimented my outfit, so I obviously need to use a sugar-free escalator. A regular, fully sweetened escalator just would not do. So I run across the mall, frantic because of the escalator and the gift card and the six-year-old I left in the car, and I hear...

"...and it breaks my he-ar-ar-ar-ar-ar-ar-ar-ar-art." --which is the Regina Spektor song that is my ringtone on my phone.....aaaand the alarm that I set so I actually get out of bed in the morning.

Yes, this story ends with the infamous "..and then I woke up."

Cheers,

Kaitie

Sorry...sort of

I'd probably update more if I thought people were reading it. Sheesh. Foo

The 4 year old got stuck in his winter hat yesterday. Nothing sobers a child more than the thought of being stuck inside a felt jester-hat for the rest of his life. As he struggled to try to untie it and then resorted to trying to just pull his head out, neither of which worked, I laughed so hard I was almost crying. When he finally calmed down and realized that I was laughing at him, he laughed too. Which made me laugh even harder because by this time it was covering his eyes and the rest of his face was bright red.

These kids are funny. However...kids who have everything miss out on so much. That's deep. Go ahead and dwell. But it makes me sad. They shouldn't be forced to use their imaginations. Anyway...that's all I've got for today.