Surely you don't want to hear me bitch about the 20 hours of Nutcracker rehearsal that Bailey has this week. I wish I were kidding or exaggerating, I'm not. She had rehearsal from 4:15 to 9 tonight. Taylor and I met Mom and Pete for dinner while Bai danced. Closed rehearsal and soccer was canceled, nothing for us to do.
Cell phone for the kids. I know, I want to punch myself every time I think about a 7 and 9 year old with a cell phone. Who does that crap? Evidently I do. And then I whine about it.
Seriously though, when the long rehearsals started and the soccer practices overlapped and I discovered cloning wasn't as cheap as adding a cell phone line I had my easy answer. The girls share the phone, Taylor carries it at school, with the ringer and vibrate turned off. Every once in a while we parents assume the school bus has been abducted by aliens since it is so late in delivering its cargo, at least this way I can track my packages. Which ever child is not with me for the evening/afternoon gets possession of the phone. For instance, Bailey had it this evening while Taylor and I went to dinner with the parentals. Can I call her? No, but she can call me if she needs something or text me to bring her food if she needs it or to just simply call her. She didn't use it, but she had it in case she needed it.
And we are still working out the rules. Like Taylor texting me from school, that's a negative Ghostrider.
No, they cannot add you to their contacts list.
Tim's job. He still has one! Yay! But something is happening there. Which, hello, YAY! I can't tell you what he does or for who, hmmm, but that's okay. When it happens I will fill you in. As much as I can anyway. Which, you know, means you might get a smiley or some happy dance crap. Happy thoughts.
Friends. Yeah, I don't know. That front kind of sucks. This one might need it's own post. Ha, own post. Who am I kidding?
Is it too late for the bottle of Bailey's and do I have to put it in something to drink it? I would make a crappy alcoholic, am a lightweight and I don't particularly like the taste of alcohol. Unless it's whiskey in Pioneer Woman's Whiskey-Glazed Carrots because, hello, those things are awesome.
Where am I going to get carrots at 11:15 on a Monday night?
