My daughter was sitting next to me on the couch yesterday afternoon. . .
Yes, we were still in our pajamas. I had been averaging 4.75 hours of sleep for the past five days.
And, yes, in my sleep deprived stupor I decided it would be fun to do the math.
Due to my distinctive lack of vigor, she and I decided to take a vacation from school this week.
I had slept off a night shift in the morning. . .once again getting 4.75 hours of interrupted sleep
(notice there was no "un" in the front of that word. . .that "un" would have been nice. . . real nice).
We were being cozy and we were looking at Pinterest.
Pinterest is good. Pinterest is great. I am an addict.
The first step is acknowledging you have a problem.
I have a problem.
Well, anyway, we were looking at Pinterest and my daughter was multitasking with one of her favorite pastimes. . .wiggling her tooth. All of a sudden I hear, "Oh, oh, oh!!!
I have often looked at other peoples elementary aged children and their mouths full of mismatched teeth and spaces and thought how weird it would be to have one of those.
I have one of those, and she is great. I love her more each day.
Even though she is a Jack-O-Lantern.