Speaking of weekends, mine are extra loooonnnnggg. Which I really don't mind, but gee they are 4.5 days long. Due to budget cuts with the Oregon Judicial Department, my position went from 24 hours per week to 19. No, the kids are not complaining. Mason loved being dropped off in his classroom today, so did MaKenna. Only she did not get to stay. If I read her look right, it said things weren't fair. That she wants to be in school and every other place Mason goes for that matter. That Mason's class has an extremely cool dollhouse. And did I express this wasn't fair.
I am sure Morgann didn't think it was fair when she was DUMPED out of the baby's stroller this afternoon. Please, don't ask where my parenting skills came from when I consciously put Morgann in the stroller. Thinking that she'll be just fine and hey, I'll get some cute pictures. And how could I have even said no to MaKenna, who had their hats, stroller and phone placed in the back of the stroller (right where I put mine), ready to go. I couldn't find no...here's the result, mid fall. The baby is just FINE. FINE. FINE. FINE. PERFECT.
After I rescued her, she gave me the look of: where the hell is that sister of mine taking off to and why did I just get dumped out onto the wall and what the !*@#, she just turned around and left me. Where's the love MaKenna?