While walking into town this afternoon with my mom and Chloe (and Temba, a Tibetan spaniel we’re watching for my aunt and uncle), I took advantage of the relaxed vibe to ask my big girl how I was doing this week, given that I’ve been Chief Mom Officer for five whole days.
Thank You, Martha Stewart and Oprah Winfrey
Now that I have the luxury of time, I tackled my second task as Chief Mom Officer this morning. The folding of fitted sheets. Didn’t worry about it so much during the 12 years our beloved Esperanza was with us, since she did our laundry. But last fall, I realized that I sucked at folding fitted sheets. So badly, in fact, that after my French husband made several half-assed attempts to show me how it was done, he gave up. Remember, his wife is someone who also royally sucks at ironing.
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Two Days In and a Weekly Dinner Menu
Will I wake up tomorrow forgetting that I don’t need to get ready for work? I think the odds of my mind playing tricks on me are about 50/50.
My New Life Begins…Now!
The day is finally here. Goodbye Director of Marketing, hello Chief Mom Officer!
I can’t believe the time has come. I can’t believe I have chosen to forego a steady paycheck for the foreseeable future. I think I may be crazy. But boy, am I happy.
Sophie, the Model Citizen
Sophie may not love reading books like her sister, even though she reads perfectly well. She hates doing her spelling homework, just like Chloe at the same age. She may not love vegetables. And she may not love it when we ask her to clean her room.
Luxury of Time
One more week of work. At this time on Friday, I will no longer be an employee. As I wind down at the office, I have found that the lessening need to focus on work has given me the gift of time.
Thinking College
Chloe is an 18-year old in a 12-year old’s body. She’s already thinking about college. The other night, she candidly warned us that we shouldn’t count on her to get a sports scholarship. That didn’t come as a surprise.
I Was Drinking Milk and It Missed My Mouth!
No, Sophie didn’t make that pronouncement. Sophie is too classy for that. Chloe – yes my 12-year old, adolescent Chloe – did. She is kind of gross. And messy. And tonight, as she was eating dinner, she lifted her cup of milk in order to take a sip. She brought it up to her lips and somehow missed the cup’s intended target.
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Dear Tooth Fairy
Sophie lost her 7th tooth today. Very exciting for her. The bad news is that she can’t find her other six teeth! We have no idea where they are. They didn’t disintegrate and Sophie didn’t eat them. It’s a mystery. Sophie fervently hopes that the tooth fairy knows where they are. She’s written a note to her asking if she’s seen them.
Hangin’ with Chloe
I am sitting on Chloe’s bed, hanging out with her as she cleans, yes cleans, her room. And not only is she cleaning her room, she’s doing so out of her own volition. I did not ask her to do it as I’d given up, waiting to see how long it would take her to get fed up with her pigsty.