Welcome to my life........

See this face? Please whatever you do dont let it fool you. No seriously God made her SO cute that its hard to beleive that she brings me to the edge of tears on almost a daily basis. SO today I decided to be the broken, humbled, frustrated mom that I feel like. I could paint a rosey picture of a perfect house with perfect children but thats so boring and if you are my friend you know my house is a crazy place so it would be a lie. Instead I have decided that when I talk to my children I must be speaking a language that they dont understnad becuase the looks on their faces would lead you to believe that either I am speaking in French or that never once in their short little lives have I set a rule or a boundary. Now, I am not just saying this to sound good or to win points but I am REALLY pretty strict and consistant so its not like I am coming out of the blue with guidlines for our home. I know, I know three steps forward and fifteen back. At least that is what parenting feels like with a 6 and three year old.

So yesterday my aunt graciously agreed to watch Ryanne for a few hours as Dan wanted me to accompany him to a much overdue Dr. appointment. (another post & topic later) so I left Ryanne at her house pleading for her to be good and to stay out of trouble. I even called Donna to make sure she was doing ok. I dont normally do that but since Ryanne has been in such rare form lately I wanted to make sure my Aunt still liked me and wanted to be my friend; otherwise I had every intention of just driving the other direction for a few hours. :) So I get back to the house and everything "seems" so good. Ryanne is all angelic like and a peace washes over me for about 15 minutes. After about Ryannes third trip to the bathroom in like 4 minutes my aunt innocently states that she has been doing that alot today. I leave her alone to her privacy until I realize she has been gone A LONG time. I peek in the bathroom to find her sitting on the toilet with her hand in the drawer next to her playing in the lipstick. Obviously the bathroom trips were a ploy to apply make-up. I scold her and start to wipe her hands when I realize it is all over her face, the toilet and everywhere. I throw the lipstick back in the drawer and take her in the living room to put her pants back on where it is I realize she has not only applied lipstick to her entire face but to her entire..............................................do I dare say it? Her entire private area!! You can understand why now there are no photos. You know the worst part is I almost forgot to go back and dispose of the lipstick. YUCK!! Sorry Donna. So the end of the story is Ryanne had to come home and clean her room and dust the TV and entertainment center to pay Auntie back for the lipstick. See told you I was mean.