I take it all back.

I have the ability to completely delete the post I posted earlier but I'm into being open and honest about my feelings and I meant what I said earlier. However, everything is worked out, and we're both back to our happy selves. We have our ups and our downs, but we always make up. That's life for ya.

Plus Lucy came home today. God, I missed her. My mom, Lucy and I went out for pizza at Flatbreads and it was scrumptious as always. We had some nice family time playing scrabble by the fire tonight.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I am already feeling thankful for many things. Some of those things include:
1. Family being home for the holidays.
2. Resilience in relationships.
3. Blue cheese coleslaw. Thank you, Whole Foods.
4. Warmth and shelter.
5. Scrabble!

Thankful for....you ruining my day. (NOT.)

Dear Mom,

Thanks for ruining my day. My day today AND my day yesterday. Last night I actually went to bed angry...and going to bed angry is a big no-no for me. And this is a letter, not for you, but for me, to get all this anger out. Because god knows...if I sent this letter to you you'd probably kill me in my sleep tonight. So, it will stay right here on this blog and you will never have to see it.

Let's get the facts straight. Last night, you BEGGED me to watch the Biggest Loser with you. So, I came into the living room, and pulled up the big brown chair next to you. You were sitting in the green chair, right next to the fire. About halfway through the two hour show, you got up. I stole your chair. It's a usual routine for us. Either I steal the green chair by the fire from you or you steal it from me. We're both kind people so usually we just accept it because it's only fair...You get it for one half and I get it for the other. Last night was different I guess. I stole the chair and you went ballistic. Being the stubborn curmudgeon that I supposedly am, I didn't budge. Why would I? You got it for half the night, I got it for the other half. I thought the whole situation was funny, that you were getting so worked about me stealing your chair. You did not. You were being immature and selfish. I suggested that maybe you could have the green chair if I could have the brown one by the fire. No. Not an option apparently. Eventually, after a little arguing, you yelled "Fuck you, Sophie. You're so selfish. Enjoy the fire." And you stomped up the stairs and SLAMMED your door. Wow. That's really all I have to say.

Around 9:30, while I was thoroughly enjoying the fire and the television, I got really sleepy. I moved onto the floor with a pillow and a blanket, curled up, and fell asleep. I went into a deep sleep. Like so deep, that I didn't even notice when you mom came downstairs and shut off all the lights except for the ones in the living room. I woke up at 12:30am, SO confused. What was I doing asleep on the living room floor at 12:30am? Would it have been THAT hard to wake me up? Did you really not have the courtesy to simply tell me to move upstairs? Thanks a lot. I woke up and was really tired and I contemplated staying down there, but ended up going upstairs. It was so late and I was so tired that I didn't have much time to process the night, thus, I went to bed feeling angry.

This morning I prayed that you had forgotten about last night and that maybe we could completely forgive and forget. I guess not. We put it aside for most of the morning until we started arguing about my buying a new camera (honestly?) and you completely lost it...and then I did. We had a good fight....and by good, I mean....you won't talk to me now. And I'm feeling mad and upset that my day is already ruined.

I'm really hoping that you will chill out before we have to get Lucy. Sure would suck to come home to this.

Happy Thanksgiving Day Eve...I hope yours is better than mine.

I don't have much to say tonight. I'm tired. Even though I slept until noon today. (Which, by the way, felt SO good.)

I cleaned for most of the day which most people would hate but I found it relaxing. After a busy week, it felt nice not to do anything. I got my hair cut today though for the first time in like....a year. It was the first time I had gone to this woman and she was great! I felt like she really knew what she was doing. And she gave me a "special treatment" since I had to wait a little while she finished up another woman. The special bonus were the curls in the picture above. Sorry the picture is such shitty quality...that's what you get from a cheap webcam. Oh and, my hair smells SO good. In fact, I wish it could smell this way forever!

I'm debating whether I should Harry Potter it tomorrow...I'm kind of a hater but I have people persuading me to go. Hmm.....

TGIF

These past few days have been way too chaotic for me and I can't wait for the moment my head hits my pillow tonight.

Thursday I went to school, of course, and afterward I had Jess and Julia over. We told ourselves we would get some homework done, but that didn't happen...obviously. Around dinner time, we went to see Fiddler on the Roof, our school's fall musical. It was a wonderful performance but we didn't get until 10:15pm! Jess went home but Julia had to spend the night. Basically, one thing led to another and I didn't start homework until midnight. I finished around 1:30 am which resulted in a rather bad day at school. All I could think about all day was how exhausted I was!

I am SO happy that it's Friday and that the weekend is finally here! Other than a hair appointment tomorrow, I am totally free and that makes me smile. A relaxing weekend is definitely needed right about now. And Henry comes home Sunday which makes it all the better!

Goodnight and happy weekending.

Hump Day

I woke up to rain today. A lot of it. A sweet pitter-patter on my roof. Made it SO difficult to get out of bed. I went through my regular morning routine and then woke my mom up and pleaded for a ride to school. I hate getting drenched right before school. She reluctantly agreed.


I had a long day, I'm tired, I have to babysit three little girls tonight and I have way too much homework. But, it's Wednesday. I made it over the hump. This is life and I'm living it.


I have a busy next few days and then I get my big brother back on Sunday and my big sister back next Wednesday and I don't think I could be any happier.

Happy Hump Day. Peace.

Is this cute or what?

In response to my mom's Thanksgiving food list that she sent my grandmother:

"Hi Nan and Soph,
Thanks for the list. Nifty! I will love doing my chores. And I love using our crudite dish.It has to be a real antique, and beautiful. If Sophie lets me know when she is free next week--we could go to WF together, and scoop up our goodies. Be fun. I had Tues. in mind. When does school shut down? Soph can let me know.
Goodnight beautiful ladies, Nonny and Ho (in the shower)
Oh----love you so much!"

I LOVE LOVE LOVE my grandparents more than they even know. And I can't wait to go shopping at Whole Foods with my grandmother next week! What a sweetie.

Rain!

Oh how I love Maine and fiery skies at 4:30pm.

Life has been treatin' me pretty well lately and that makes me a lucky girl.
Let's start off with Monday. Monday morning...at approximately 3:30 am, I woke up, thanks to a crazy dream I was having. I frantically reached for my light and as I clicked the switch, nothing happened. Darkness. I thought it was broken...and then I realized my alarm clock was off as well. We lost our power! I ran to tell my mom and she didn't say much other than "You're crazy. It's three am and you need to go back to bed." I lay in bed, tossing and turning for HOURS, not being able sleep. The wind was howling and I thought each moment would be my last, thanks to the huge oak tree sitting outside my window that despite its gargantuan size, was threatening to fall on the house and crush me. I was so restless and I just wanted 5:30 to come so I could call a friend or see if school was canceled. After a few phone calls and my constant Google search for school cancellations (on my phone), I was pleasantly surprised with a day off. And, the power came back on at 7:30 am--just in time to start my day! I had some buddies over and we had a great time bein' crafty, drinking cocoa and staying warm.

We dug through the basement in search of something to do and a dusty origami kit was all we found!

Monday night, my friend Jess and I babysat for five kids--three sisters ages 2,4 and 6, and their two cousins, both boys, ages 1 and 3. Instead of going into detail, let's just say, Jess and I don't feel like having kids for a looong time. And if I ever have to hear a baby cry for three hours straight, I might just scream.

By the time all the kids were asleep, we had lost our sanity.

I made it through school Tuesday on about five hours of sleep. I arrived home to find the two best grandparents in the whole wide world, waiting for me, to give me some gifty gifts. (Remind me never to say "gifty gifts" again.) Nonny had discovered a yarn shop that sold carded wool which I use for needle felting. Thanks you Nonny for your big purchase! I've already got my Christmas gifts list and I've already started craftin'. I'm hoping to give all hand-made Christmas gifts this year... We shall see how it goes.
The "rain day", Veteran's Day and a teacher-in-service day made for a two day school week. And I loved it. In fact, I wish every school week was just two days...but then again, don't we all? I've got lots of plans for this weekend and I'm excited!

Happy Veteran's Day everyone and a big thanks to all of you veterans! Have a happy weekend.

xo

Sunday

Definition (courtesy of Urban Dictionary):

6. Sunday
the most boring day of the week. Also a sad day many people dread, because school/work is the next day, on Monday. It is also the day people get their homework done, last minute.

If you were to ask every kid in my school to define "Sunday", I can guarantee you that 99.9% of them would agree with the definition above. Even I agree, partially. It is the day to get homework done last minute, but I don't dread it as much as most people do and I don't find it all that boring. When I submit MY definition of "Sunday" to Urban Dic, it will say:

Sunday: "The "ME" day. The day most kids dread, but the day that I am at peace with everything. The day where I mentally and physically prepare myself for a busy week. The day where I drink excessive amounts of green tea, stay in yoga pants or jammies all day, do all the homework that I didn't do on Friday or Saturday because I was too busy having fun, clean my room, do my laundry and clear my mind. The day where I really don't do much other than be a homebody and be calm."

Enjoy your Sunday for whatever it may be worth to you.

What made you happy today?

For me, it was buying a pair of tights.

I feel like a little kid again. Yay.
(Tights are $18 at Macy's and they are super soft and totally worth it.)