Those Monsters need to start paying rent.

My daughter is not a big fan of going to bed and going to sleep.

She has had some pretty creative excuses to come out and drag going to bed out, but lately it's all about the monster and their shenanigans.

Last night she told me that 4 monsters lived in her closet, 2 under her bad, and baby monster in her lamp.  I used Monster spray to protect her from the monsters, but she still came out of her room 2 more times.

The first time she told me the monsters in her closet were singing to loudly and she couldn't sleep.

The second time she told me the baby monster was hungry...

Needless to say, if these monsters want to stay living here they better start paying rent!!!

Give up? Never!!

Some people just give up, others never give up yet they keep going in the same direction, and yet other stand back and say "How many times do you have to run into that wall before you realize there is no door there?"

I say "Time to get a damn chainsaw and make my own fricken door!!!"

Good Old Fashion Morning Loathing

Why did I do it?  Why did I think it would be a good idea to step up on my bathroom scale and weigh myself this morning?  Did I feel I needed just another reason to verbally beat myself up, as if I didn't already have enough reasons to do this???

Do you know I love, love, love wearing make-up, I really do, but I wont do it now because I feel it's completely pointless, this is awful but when ever I look over at my make-up sitting on my bathroom sink, I say to myself, "it's like putting lipstick on a pig... it's still a pig"

Why do I have to hate myself so much?  I try so hard to make myself, likable, nice, fun to be around, helpful, happy (at least on the outside) because I think if I don't have enough pleasant qualities no ones would ever want to be around me, because how I see myself is discussing, ugly, negative, depressing, and when I feel lonely, which I do very often I blame myself.

Why do I allow my bathroom scale measure more then my gravitational pull on the earth?  I allow it to measure my beauty, my character, and my self worth.  I wish I didn't, but I do.

My Daughter, The Lying Genius!

A resent study shows that toddlers who master the art of fibbing actually have a fast developing brain and will probably be successful in adulthood.  Lying, which requires the brain to manipulate information, is associated with brain regions that permit higher-order thinking.

This is GOOD to know!!!

Stevi is a very girly 3.5 year old.  She just LOVES to get her nails painted, So Saturday I painted her toes and fingers nail in colors of her liking.  Purple toes nails with blue glitter, and blue finger nails with purple glitter.  Stevi has been known to bite the polish off, so I reminder her not to do this because it's not a good thing to do.  On Sunday her father and I noticed she only had 9 pretty blue painted nails and one completely naked nail.  We asked her if she chewed the polish off and she said "No" and then told us this story...

"A bug came into my room in the middle of the night and ate the polish off this finger, it was a bad bug that does this at night time."

We asked where the bug was now...

"The bad bug went home to its home, because it only eats polish at night time."

I was shocked at the quickness she came up with this story and the way she told us as if it was completely true.  I guess she is using her higher-order thinking!!!!