This really gave me a giggle. http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2013/03/sometimes-you-feel-like-nut-sometimes.html
Not that DD would do anything like this since she’s really not that interested in how boys are different. The protective mother part of me roars “And long may that last!”
I do like the drama teacher’s comment, though. 
es, the Little Princess is now 7 years old. She’s glorying in getting taller. She reads chapter books that have pictures in them. She refuses to go to sleep if she hasn’t finished reading her book. She leaves LEGO blocks all over the bedroom floor, and her dirty clothes don’t always get to the hamper.
On the other hand, she is kind, amusing, dramatic, funny, thoughtful, sensitive and an all round good gal. She has a wicked twinkle in her eye sometimes and she sees the funny side of many things. (This is what watching “Shaun the Sheep” when you’re 2 years old will do to you.)
She adores the Little Cat Prince, who is growing all the time, and she carries him around like an oversized sack. He looks rather unimpressed at this but generally stays peaceful, just pressing his paws against her nose to indicate that yes, he would really like to have his feet on the ground, preferably right now, if it isn’t any trouble.
Dinner with the family tonight at a restaurant. I am not up to cooking dinner for numbers larger than two. In fact, given how chronically tired I am, I am not really up to going out in the evening either, but one must do these things.
Her Majesty had a super party at a kids’ indoor play park with 8 of her friends. Again, it cost $$ but it was worth it for the sake of my exhaustion. She had a fabulous time and so did her friends. And I didn’t have to clean up afterwards.
Last night DD was being highly irritating. In and out of bed, up and down, “I keep having bad dreams”, “I’m not sleepy” and so on.
Well, sweetie, I don’t care if you’re not sleepy. It’s 9.30 pm, I want to watch my own show on TV in peace and quiet, and I deserve some quiet, “me” time as a single parent. Go to bed!
Sometimes I roar. Usually when I am exhausted, need recharging and DD has pushed every button I have. Yes, she’s sweet. Yes, she’s irritating.
I’m not marking this as a Mom Fail. I deserve time for myself. DD gets many good things. DD needs sleep. And we had to get up at o goodness o’clock this morning to take the car for servicing and we’re going to a musical this evening. Consequently, sleep is a necessity for little kids, not to mention grown ups.
Letting go of a newborn by Julie Egan.
Although I read it at work, I could still feel tears pricking at the back of my eyelids. I swallowed hard, sent a quick prayer for the mother who gave up her son for adoption, and for the son himself, becoming a young man.
Just wanted to bookmark this piece by Catherine Keenan.
Read it this morning and it has stuck with me all morning. After Gracie saw a disturbing thing while on a walk, she had a disturbed night. Catherine writes:
it was the first time I’d seen her wounded by anxiety; the first puncture in her glorious belief in the world’s unfettered bounty. I worry it was her first step along the labyrinthine paths of adult doubt and hesitation.
Beautifully put. And yes, my DD, my Little Princess, has a tendency to also run around and tell strangers that she’s going to a show or Circus Oz or the superb playground, and her glorious overstuffed bling lockers (aka jewellery boxes) are testament to her belief that life should be lived to the full, preferably while dressed in pink, with sequins and as much jewellery as you can cram on your limbs and around your neck. Tiaras are not optional
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