Together Again!

Everybody safely arrived last night. The whole crew went bowling this morning, eight of us actually bowling. two games a piece. With my sister’s coupons, we had change from our thirty dollars. GB had a double strike, as did The Dad. GB broke a hundred. Hope had a spare. The scores varied a lot, from 55 to 180. I didn’t bowl, but I enjoyed the air conditioning and made a good cheerleader!

Hope and GB were very happy to see each other, but it only lasted a  short time. They are back to the usual bickering. My oldest daughter is back to driving me crazy. She is hanging out with my 13 year old nephew and they are both enjoying baiting GB.  J is not NT, but he is able to set her off.

I am really enjoying spending time with my sister, though.

Hope’s Night

The first thing I want to say is once asleep, Hope ALWAYS sleeps through the night. Except for last night. Last night she woke up three times crying. She told me she was afraid of the dark. She has been afraid of the dark from the beginning. It wasn’t any darker last night. The third time, I finally functioned enough to change something. I put her pillow at the foot of the bed, turned her around, tucked her in and told her it was no longer dark. YOU might not have believed me, put apparently Hope did- she slept the rest of the night.

I woke up this morning to Hope slamming my bedroom door. I asked her what was wrong and earned one of her “mean” faces. I told her to sit down until her father was ready to deal with her. When he came in the room and asked her what the problem was, she told him “Mommy was being mean to me”. His answer? “Mommy isn’t awake enough to be mean to you”.

I really didn’t want to get out of bed this morning 😦


It was not a good morning. Hope woke up miserable and went down hill from that. Nothing new- just a week’s worth of aggravation in one morning and it took us 45 minutes to get dressed. We came downstairs and chocolate greeted me. Chocolate on the floor, on the counter, on the light switches… lots of chocolate. I was completely out of patience and ready to screech. Then it occurred to me that Hope was having an awful day, but she had been having it with me. Neither of the girls could have been responsible. I was sure it hadn’t been there when I went to bed. Uhhm. MK came down with the baby and went ballistic. She was way ahead of me. She knew at first glance that it had been D. D had no idea why I was upset or why he had to clean it up. It made Hope’s morning look not so bad. At least she is only 5.