Audrey is an active, active girl. All over the house, bothering her brothers. All over the house, tailing me, my little shadow. Chatting up a storm, singing up a storm....
I appreciate that she's healthy, and happy. She really is adorable and a delight. But she's a handful, and sometimes my hands are too full for anything else.
"Would you stop? Get out of my hair for a minute, and get out of <insert room> so I can finish <insert task>."
It beats swearing. It beats tearing out my hair, crying, or locking myself in the bathroom with a bar of chocolate and the telephone. (I eye my bottle of tequila once an hour as soon as six o'clock hits, especially if she's not had nap. Oy.)
Recently, I was up to some kitchen hijinks, and rushed, as always. I sighed really loudly when Audrey dragged over her footstool so she could "just watch, not touch." Which means she will be watching for my back to turn, so she can touch. One time, she stuck an entire ball of cookie dough in her mouth, just because. I don't mind a bit of dough, a bit of dough is fine, but enough to make a cookie from is probably not a good idea. Salmonella, anyone?
"Am I in your hair, Mommy?"
It took a minute for that to register. Aside from her baby voice, which can be hard to understand, I wasn't paying full attention to her. Bad Mommy.
Whoops, I thought, as it registered. Guess I say that alot. "Get out of my hair." I felt a little guilty, but I still answered "Yes."
"Okay. I'll go away."
She turned to walk away, and hung her head down, just so. (something she does when she's in trouble, it is so cute that I have to bite my lip and turn my head, even when I'm really mad at her)
Dammit, dammit. The head drop gets me. <sigh>
"You can watch. Just sit up here," <I placed her on the counter> "and don't move. No helping. Just watching."
I don't need to tell you she smiled and knew she won, do I?
"I love you, Mommy."
Oh, that little brat.... :D
Speaking of hair, I've been growing mine out for a couple of months now. It's finally getting some length on it and people are noticing. Got some compliments today at work--joy!
I'm really, really digging it, even if Mr W is not a huge fan of the little barrettes I put in my bangs (to hold them up and to the side while they grow). Although, I have to admit, I do feel a little weird putting barrettes in my hair at this age. That's not to say that it's deterred me in any way from buying sparkly ones, colored ones...sneaking old baby ones that were Audrey's....
It's nice that so far, it hasn't been sooo bad that I've been standing in front of the mirror, scissors in hand, because I can't take another bad hair day.
But I may hide them from myself, just in case.