Today was the beloved and dreaded Book Week Character Parade at our school. Beloved because the children love to dress up and the parents love to take pictures and dreaded because selecting a costume and coaxing your child to pick a classic book character truly takes an entire year. Brett comes up with characters like "a rattlesnake" and Chloe always wants to be some queen or goddess. Every time I let her use my crown(not my state crown) and jewels it all comes back a little worse off than it left. I think I want her to be a peasant next year or possibly a ghost. I know, not classical.This year Brett decided on Jesus. I thought it was completely appropriate since they have so many similarities. Cough Cough. Chloe dressed up as Queen Esther. I'm sure the costume was not the correct time period, but there was a crown and that is all that really mattered. She actually wore the crown from 7am until this evening when she took a shower. At dinner she discussed the possibility of entering pageants so she can win her own crown. Hmmmmmm. I don't think I support this pageant interest. The topic then turned to the talent portion of the pageant and I tried to pretend I didn't know what she was talking about. I suggested stupid goat tricks and she suggested singing. I tried to figure out a way to change the conversation.
When we got home and she showered and finally removed her tiara, she retired to her room. She is planning on going to her friend's house to asleepover tomorrow and so I tell her that her room must be clean and her suitcase from Christmas needs to get unpacked and everything put away. She freaks out! I hear her cleaning her room and I go in to tuck her in and do prayers and she has unpacked and repacked her bag for her sleepover. I have a strange feeling I am not going to approve the clothing she has selected. After further inspection she has packed a sun dress that is mine and strapless to wear to church on Sunday(her friend's church) and flip-flops that are snakeskin and do not coordinate with the dress AT ALL. She was going to look like a prostitute and I was going to have no idea, but many people I see on a daily basis at school attend this church and so I would likely hear the report of a very interesting dress choice. I select an alternative dress after pointing out all the flaws with the dress she selected (it is mine, it is strapless, it is summer, it is for people over the age of 18 and usually with a light sweater and my personal favorite: it is my swimsuit cover up). The dress I choose is young and appropriate and comfortable, too. She pouted. By pouted, I mean she had a tantrum. Her plans for a sleepover have now been changed to include a thorough room cleaning and a playroom cleaning and I'm thinking we also should throw in a closet cleaning as well. Today was a better day because I avoided screaming, but the children still haven't changed their behavior so why do I have to change mine??? I know, I know, BE THE ADULT. The good news is I have someone to clean the playroom and it isn't going to be me! If she continues down this terrible attitude avenue she just might make it through cleaning the whole house!! I could get used to this!
I hope this weekend is full of fun and a clean house. I am so thankful to have my husband home after having been gone for a week(Day 57). I'm not sure how people do it?! I have many friends who have either husbands who are deployed or travel most of the week for work. Not my favorite. I will be glad to have him home this week. It will be the first week we've been together since I came back from Vegas. I know it was his secret plan to leave for two weeks after I was only gone for one. Although, his sneaky plan included work and lots of it. He seems glad to be home and even after arriving at nearly midnight last night, he stuck a load of laundry in the washer. I'm not sure if he likes doing laundry or if I don't do enough laundry. I'd rather not ask. Ignorance is bliss. Maybe I would feel better if I wore a tiara all day. Goodnight Friends.
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