FAT

I got all snuggled on my sofa last night with my handy new iPad in hand ready to do a lil bloggin when the thing wouldn't pull up the screen to type on. So aggravating. Have to rely on the old tried & true laptop.
Yesterday I was so proud of myself for getting clean sheets on almost every one's beds. I think that's probably one of my most hated tasks. And to think that in the foster care live-by manual it says to change sheets once a week. Good grief, I know that's what I'm suppose to do. Tucked the girls into their clean beds and not 4 hours later, Camille gets sick. Does she get sick on her new pillow pet or her new blanket that can both be washed? No, misses them, but gets the clean sheets and the new carpet. 45 minutes and a roll of paper towels. The joys of motherhood.
Since I'm up in the middle of the night unable to sleep I'm trying to decide what to do about A and preschool. I'd originally thought that she would qualify in some area to go to the early childhood program at our elementary. Anymore I'm thinking that she won't qualify. I totally overachieved & taught her way too much. I was thinking about TEC or Flower Mound UMC. My heart belongs to TEC but it would sure be convenient just to cross the street. I'm remembering Lucas going to TEC & how they make the cute handprint shirts at the beginning of the year. He switched there mid-year(got kicked out of Flower Mound UMC, that's another story) so he didn't have the t-shirt. They dug an old one up for him. It didn't have the same kids names or handprints but he didn't know the difference. I'm wondering what A would do. Today, I'm cleaning my closet and what do I run across. Camille's TEC handprint shirt. No idea why it is there, well, ok. God whispers in my ear. I'm going by TEC tomorrow. That brings me to another story. While I found Camille's t-shirt, I know it won't fit A. I'm reminded of last night's dinner episode. Madeline made us a yummy dinner of manicotti. She loves to cook. Camille stands up afterwards, lifts her shirt and says,"I'm fat." To which A stands up, lifts her shirt and states,"Well, see this." I quickly head to the pantry where I can laugh without an audience. I text Todd the scenario, and he types,"Don't want C to think she's fat. Don't want A to know she's fat." Geez, the pressures of the term fat. Actually that's a word we're not even suppose to use in this house. You can tell what control I have.
I'll be glad to have my boys home tomorrow, too. They ran away to Colorado & New Mexico for some snowboarding. I think Todd would have us move to a lil cabin off the slopes. The thought of snow is enough to make me cold. The house has been quiet without them. I'm not looking forward to being back on the crazy schedule of school. I've enjoyed having everyone home. I do love my family.