We've all had those weeks, non? Where all you can think of is just how quickly it will be over with? Thankfully that week is behind me now - Hubs away, had a (small) car accident, Maddie got sick, I got sick + lots of fires at work that needed to be put out.
Thank God my mom was in town - if only because she let me vent to her and hummed around the house doing my laundry and cooking meals. In fact, it was almost like I had an ol' fashioned housekeeper for a week. Yeah, that was definitely the highlight.
In other, more interesting news... Maddie has started to give me timeouts. That's right. You heard me.
I've figured out, it's usually a delayed reaction to getting one herself, like she's trying to process it or something. And for the record, I don't give time outs freely, but you slap me across the face, you're sitting on the 'effing stairs Missy. Then about a 1/2 hour later she'll come up to me out of the blue, looking cross and shaking her finger at me "Time out Mommy. Go to your room!"
[Sidebar - I'm not sure where this "go to your room" thing comes from, as I don't send her to her room. Simply because she just plays up there, and I'm like, dude that's not a punishment. Sit on the stairs and look sad. Thanks.]
Regardless, it's difficult not to laugh and try to act serious when I ask why I'm in trouble.