April 30, 2007


Well, it would appear as Feisty still works. The other place, not so much at the moment...

Weather-wise, the weekend was a bit moody, but now, the bottom has fallen out and all hell is erupting. There is cold rain, flashes of light, and major grumbling all around me.

I am so glad I am home today.

Sweet One snuck out to catch the bus at the absolute last second and escaped my field of vision; however, Wee One did wear a jacket, a jacket over her denim skirt.

Sweet One did well in the district tennis tournament over the weekend. Saturday night she had a friend sleep over. The older girls watched the wee child while the husband and I were invited out to dinner by a couple who wanted to introduce us to yet another couple. It was a sixsome.

The restaurant was very nice. We met them at six in the bar for a seven o'clock table reservation. It was a leisurely multi-course meal over which we lingered until well after ten.

I do not know why it strikes me as unusual because when we invite couples over for a meal, that is typical of our timeframe, I guess, I am just accustomed to dining with the children where everything becomes more of a harried affair.

On Sunday, Sweet and her friend wanted to go to the local waterpark. Wee One, of course, was quite devastated at being left out. At six, she is not allowed to go, unless either her father or I accompany her.

Suffice it to say, bathing suit issues aside, I was not inclined to take her.

Much drama and theatrics followed.

When the topic first came up, I thought I might take her to the movies, but her attitude and behavior were so bad, I nixed that idea and explained to her why.

More moping and tears ensued.

I know it is hard being six when your sister is fourteen. I know it seems as though big sister can do anything and everything she wants; however, that is just not the case.

Wee One simply chooses to believe she should be able to do whatever her older sister does.

There is really no easy way around this. To indulge and pacify her will only encourage the moaning.

When all was said and done, we did make a trip to Target. After supper Sweet One and her father watched the latest James Bond film, while Wee One and I read books in my bedroom.

Bless her. It is hard being six.

Posted by Christina at April 30, 2007 10:55 AM

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Hell, it's hard being 31 too. Give Wee a hug for me and tell her, soon, she will be doing all the things the big kids do too!

Posted by: oddybobo at April 30, 2007 11:59 AM

Awwww.... Six is hard.

Posted by: Richmond at April 30, 2007 01:28 PM

Heh. For me, it was the other way around. I had to follow all these RULES. But my sister could get away with MURDER because she was "just a baby."

Still haven't forgiven my parents for that.

I'm 45.


Posted by: Lamont Cranston at May 9, 2007 08:33 AM

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