|Your Brain's Pattern|
You have a tempered, reasonable way of thinking.
You tend to take every new idea in, and meld it with your world view.
For you, everything is always changing. Each moment is different.
Your thinking process tends to be very natural - with no beginnings or endings.
hmmm, i don't know that i'm always tempered and reasonable in my thinking, but i do take in new ideas and meld them w/my world view.
we had a rough morning this morning. not all of it. it wasn't such a big deal that irene and rhys were both up at 6:15. that's par for the course. my kids just don't sleep in. not when they go down at 11:30 pm, not when they go to sleep at 7:30 pm. they get up between 6 and 7. usually 6:15 - 6:30. when they aren't awake by 7:15, i start doing breathing checks.
irene is feeling a bit puny. has a runny nose and is sometimes coughing. that is probably why she had the meltdown this morning over brushing her hair.
for those of you that don't know it, irene has curly hair. it's not as curly here in the dry heat of sparks as it was in the cool air of sonoma county, but it's curly. and it loves geting snarlies (or, as my MIL calls them, bad fairies). today she didn't want to brush her hair. in kindergarten, i had other battles and wasn't willing to do the hair battle, so sometimes it was brushed, sometimes not so much. this year, the battle is hair. it must be brushed before she goes to school. i touched the brush to her hair and the crying started. the brush, mind you, wasn't actually BRUSHING yet, but she thought it was, and so, therefore, it must hurt. yeesh. then she threw a few things backwards at me and i told her she needed to go to her room. she. said. no.
yeah, that's not okay with me! so i let her know she did not get to have her cookies (a very special treat that she's not gotten yet) in her lunch. i went and took them out and told her to get upstairs or she'd lose other things - things near and dear to her heart. so up she went. sobbing hysterical all the way....bleh. nothing says good mom like hearing that, right?
i got rhys and justie (justie is our delightful 10 year old neighbor who is very sweet w/the kids and they adore her) into the car, got the car started, and had irene come down. she was still crying (still that fakey cry with a few tears). by the time we got to school, she was over it. it's amazing to me how quickly kids get over things. irene was telling me she loved me and that i was the best. very nice :) but why can't *I* get over things as quickly. today i was, but other times, i need time to calm down.
that's it for this rambly mama. got to get ready to go to story time at the library.