Whew. She finally gave in and fell asleep. I was ready to cry. Indeed, it was probably a combination of the fact that she slept until 3:!5 (past 3 pm naps screw up bedtime) and the fact that I was stressed out about getting her to sleep.

Luckily, I ran out with her, posted that last entry and ran back and she went to sleep about 10 minutes later. And it wasn’t all bad, ABC was airing The Princess Diaries 2 and as sad as it may be, I love those two movies.

And now it is quiet. It is time for coffee and chocolate. Lots of chocolate.

This is SO not the day for Breanna to be pulling this crap at bedtime.

PLEASE make her go to SLEEP.

Alas, bedtime is not going well.

Dear Breanna,
Please go to frickin’ sleep. Mommy needs to blog every half hour and this is not working out for me at all. SLEEP!
Love,
Mommy

Time to take one of the questions that was left for me to answer in a previous post. Heather asked “what would you do with a day to yourself and a guilt-free $500?”

Assuming I could only use the money on myself and not for my family as a whole, I would put it and some of my own money into buying myself an entry-level digital SLR camera. I love taking pictures and I love the camera that I have now (hi, Sueellen!) but I would love to be able to play even more with photography. I have no interest in going professional but I would love to make it an even more intensive hobby.

Then I would spend that day to myself reading the manual and trying my new camera out!

Okay, bed time for the kids (oops, and must brush their teeth) so let’s hope it goes smoothly so I don’t have to run out and post in the middle of wrestling them to sleep.

What with all the rushing around at this time of day, I don’t have much time to feel tired right now. As soon as I start preparing supper, the evening rush is on because I cook supper, clean up, get the kids in a bath, put them in pajamas, dole out bedtime snacks, read stories, and then put them to bed. It’s pretty much non-stop during this phase of our day. Because of that, I’m hanging in there.

However, I know that after they go to bed I usually feel a bit slump-ish and tonight will be no different. Except for the fact that I have to stay up until 9 am tomorrow. I think that once they’re in bed and sleeping, I’ll make myself that second cup of coffee that I never had (though drinking all that water plus one juice was probably better for me in general anyway) and eat one of my chocolate bars. Or maybe some of those dark chocolate coated lady finger cookies that George got for me. Or maybe both.

Combined, the caffeine should give me a little boost for at least a few hours. I hope.

Half an hour until they go to bed and it will be peaceful and quiet in here! I love them very much. I still look forward to the silence of the late evening every day though.

It never ceases to amaze me how much water two young children can displace from the bathtub to the floor. It’s insane. On the bright side, I don’t need to mop my floor now that I’ve wiped up all the water with some towels.

Supper was so good.

Now. How many hours is it until bedtime?!

No, not mine, I’m not falling asleep yet, though I’m tired from cooking, eating, washing the dishes, and sweeping & spot cleaning the kitchen floor.

No, I’m counting down the hours until the kids go to bed. Sheesh. Luckily, bedtime is about an hour or so away!

While it seemed like a good idea at the time, perhaps the truth is that four tacos were a wee bit of overkill.

*burp*

Damn good though!

I would make a really interesting and meaningful post (shut up, I would so!) but right now I am stuffing tacos into my mouth. See you after supper!

Even though I’m Canadian, I’m so used to American culture that sometimes I’m a little taken aback when confronted with our own metric system. I’m making supper right now and the taco kit is made by a Canadian company so the instructions call for 454 grams of beef and 125 ml of water. I was confused until I realized they mean a pound of meat and half a cup of water.

Duh. I am Canadian, eh?

(In related cooking talk, why in the hell have I never gotten a salad spinner? Drying lettuce by hand is a pain in the arse.)