where
is my
sweet
little
girl?


My seven year old turned eight and there has beena real swing in her attitude. One in which I have to work very hard on to keep at bay.

While looking through photos when she was six and playing on the playground with her friends the kids says


"Wow, was I having a bad hair day that day. Mom why did you let me walk around looking like that?"

My reply

"You were six for cryin' out loud."

The other day on her way to school (and I am not kidding)



"Does my butt look big in these jeans?"



My reply



"That's a question you don't have to ask until you are at least 16."

Then last night her aunt Amy was coaxing her to pose for a picture with me after her dance recital and she got snippy. When her aunt said "B-girl take a photo with your mother!"

Her reply?

"My bad"

Fric
and
Frac


I cannot fully explain

the level of torture

that is involved when

a working mother

who has insomnia

does not

fall asleep

until 3 a.m on Friday morning...







only to be

awakened at 4

by her eight year old

who woke up early

the same

Friday morning

and

for some reason,

that will remain one of

the mysteries

(or tragedies)

of this

universe,

cannot

(or will not)

go

back

to sleep