Baby joins WWF | Robin's Chicks

I was really busy today. I made breakfast, lunches and ponytails. I took kids to school and finished this weeks’ newspaper column. I met with my friend and YoungLives (teen mom mentoring program) coordinator for a quick brainstorming session.

I interviewed a friend from church who has an amazing ministry that is going to be featured in an upcoming issue of MetroChristian Living. I ran to the grocery store. I picked Sadie up from preschool and came home and almost forgot to put up groceries.

I put up the groceries and started thinking about an essay in Book 2 that had been niggling (<-that is a REAL word) the back of my brain. I sat down to write for just a few minutes and Sadie came running by in socks, underwear and a hairbow.

Me: Why are you nekkid?

Sadie: I’m not.

Um. Okay.

I worked on the essay until I glanced at the clock and it was already 2:30. Which in mommy time is like POUNDSIGN: OMGgrabYourBabyAndYourKeysAndHaulButt. (My brother-in-law has started speaking in internet lingo and says, “Pound Sign” like you would use a twitter hashtag but in actual conversation and It. Is. Funny. Try it, you will likey.)

I thought maybe Sadie would fall asleep in the car but no. Nope. Negatory. She was awake. She is, in fact, still awake right now.

POUNDSIGN: ShesAboutToDriveMeCrazy.

While I was cooking dinner and helping The Bigs with homework, Sadie picked out her Halloween costume: Gene Simmons.

Twinkies, right?

THEN she started getting all agro (v. to be angry and hostile for no reason) and ripped down the shower curtain in The Bigs bathroom and I started to worry about possible anabolic steroid usage.