I’m currently on day #3 of the insomniatic jag. You know it’s bad when you walk in a room and instead of Hey Co-Worker Lady! you hear Hey! You Look Tired! Yeah…that’s when you know you really, really need some shut eye. Just in case you didn’t figure it out before work when you were biting off the head of the Littlest Sister because she was having difficulty spreading peanut butter on her sandwich. Sorry Littlest One, Zombies like first grade heads for breakfast.
So, the girls on the recess playground at The School should be glad I’m not volunteering today! Zombies also like devouring 5th grade SnobbyHeads for afternoon snacks! It is always so relieving to exit that “Mean Girls” phase of life. When I did however, I was naive to the fact that I’d have to go through it again via my kids. Aren’t we supposed to live vicariously through them for good stuff…like all the things we wished we would have been (cheerleader, prom queen, straight A student) NOT all the things we hated the first time around???
Chin up Daughter! You will overcome eventually. At some point these girls run out of nasty energy and figure out that they aren’t any better than anyone else after all. Well, at least they’re supposed to.
In the meantime, remember to pick up all the stuff on the stairs and in the family room before I return from work. Maybe if we don’t feed the Zombie any more children, she will go away.