Wow... Is it really already the end of the day? I can't really believe it, but alas the clock on my computer does state something past 11:30 p.m. which means its gearing to my bedtime... Ahhh... Bedtime... How I love and anticipate thee...

Had a normal day. The Little Gentleman and I woke up (or rather, he woke me up) and we spent 10 minutes snuggling and giggling while I did my best to finish waking up. Never said I woke up easily. Not the point. Anyway. We did some stuff this morning. I can't really remember. Not of importance. I know I kept pushing the liquids on him as I didn't want him dehydrated due to illness, and therefore we had first undies accident in like 3 weeks. Ah well... My fault as I didn't push the potty time while I pushed the liquids.

Took the Little Gentleman to his dad's house and went home. Had work an hour later and as I was waiting for The Ballerina to get out of school, my car started an annoying buzz. A buzz I had never heard. A buzz I hope to never hear again. The Buzz that I was low on gas. CRAP! I hate that! I literally came up with 24 cents towards gas until I got paid later that day. Thankfully I made it to work, to bank (with a minute to spare) and to gas station without running out.

At work I was suprised by The Boss Man pulling into the driveway just after us. He was there to pick up The Pre-Teen for an orthodontist appointment I was unaware of. Homework and piano practice later, The Pre-Teen was back and I had to manipulate her to getting to homework. Quite easy as she was up just last week until 10:30p.m. working on homework she never got finished. Remind her of that and she's running. The Ballerina then decided to draw and I read a bit of a book. While I was sitting on the couch, I thought I heard something. "Was that the garage door?" I pondered aloud. "Nope," The Pre-Teen responded. "I didn't hear anything." 5 minutes later. "Are you SURE that wasn't the garage door?" "Yup. I'm positive." 10 minutes later, The Ballerina and The Pre-Teen were singing when I said, "I know that's the garage door." The Pre-Teen started laughing and said, "You hear the strangest things." A second later, the lock on the door creaked and The Pre-Teen screamed. I busted out laughing. "I TOLD you I heard the garage door!" Their grandmother walked in calling greetings. "Sorry about that," she said. "I pulled into the garage about 15 minutes ago before realizing I forgot to pick something up at the pharmacy. I hope I didn't startle you too much." Laughing, I said, "I'm just glad I wasn't really hearing things!"

The grandmother informed me that she wasn't planning on coming until Wednesday (she lives 2 hours away) but because of other circumstances she was there early, giving The Ballerina a little stare. Confused, I asked if it was because of snow and she said, "Oh, didn't The Ballerina tell you?" "Tell me what?" I asked the 7 year old. Her response was to come over to me and bare her top two teeth - one of which had a significant chip in it. "My word, what happened?" I asked.

The Ballerina, with a sheepish grin on her face, said, "I was crawling face first down the stairs when I slid and hit my face on the tile before doing a somersault and landing on my back." Unable to contain my smile and giggles, I said, "Wow, you sure finished with a flourish." The grandmother arrived to bring her to the dentist tomorrow to see what needs to be done. Which means, I don't have to officially go to work until 5:45 p.m. The grandmother will take care of The Ballerina for the day and I would only be needed to get The Pre-Teen to her own ballet rehersal (The Nutcracker is coming up soon and they both have significant parts - well, as far as the general kids go, neither is the main lead or anything) which starts at 6:30 p.m. and is 20 minutes away. In addition to that, because Thursday is Thanksgiving, she will just hang out until she was originally going to go home which means that on Wednesday, if anything I will be responsible for just getting The Ballerina home from school. Whoo-hoo.

Today I am thankful for grandparents arriving early and giving me a few suprise hours off work.

And now, my back is killing me due to something going on (I think we're going on 8 days with back pain - somethings going on with a muscle)... which actually reminds me... a lesser thankful is for 7 year old toes who dig into knotted muscles and relieve some pain. I was in tears, but good tears. I showed my gratitute by winning a game of SORRY. : ) I'm that nice. And on that note...

~Peace