Alison Hodgson

Expert on the etiquette of perilous times.

As promised:

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As soon as I hustled her into some light for a picture she knew exactly where she was going, “When you put me on your blog you can write Princesses are rich!”  This was because she was clutching her wallet full of dough.  Here she is:

You might be thinking, “So she’s a little disheveled, she’s FINE!”
It really doesn’t matter what any of us think, because she knows she’s FANTASTIC.  I would like to point out the stains above “Dreamy” and the foam letter “P” above the “a” that, for some inexplicable reason, she put on.  You might be saying, “Fiffle!  Faffle!  And it looks like her socks matched.”
Well, you would be wrong.  “Can you see my kitty?’ She asked while I was taking this shot.  Oh yeah.

Here is where Jackie Boy chewed on her shoe, but never mind.  She certainly didn’t.

I tried to do a close up so you could see the dirt on her coat, but it wouldn’t play.  Bottom line, the kid’s adorable.  I mean look at that gorgeous jaw.  “You mean jowl?”  Her father asked.  Yes.

I did let her go out like this although I combed her hair and put a barrette in it, because that’s just what we do.  

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I am home alone with two sick kids (viral: dry heaves, sore throat, general weariness) and one who is well and full of energy, as well as a dog who is in the latter health category. Paul was at an all day seminar yesterday and will be today and tomorrow too.

We start school Monday and I had hoped to do some fun things to round out our summer vacation, but we can’t go any where and we shouldn’t have any one over…an all day movie festival with occasional swimming breaks could be fun…

I am getting to the eye clawing stage of horror from all the dog hair and am terribly tempted to clear out my kitchen, scrub down the counters and cupboards, Swiffer the floor yet again and then wash it on my hands and knees, which would not be fun for the kids and would certainly tempt my inner bitch to come screaming out…

Whoa Girl, steady.

“Did you know I was not celebrated for 59 years?” Eden just asked.

“Is that right?”

“Yip,” she said, “that’s correct.”

Excuse me while I go start celebrating.

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A picture of my day

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Note the rug kicked back from the door, the toys piled beside, the flip flops in front and the barking dog on the other side. You might also note the measuring cup (for the dog’s food) peeking out from under the couch, the junk piled up on the chair and, if you are feeling strong, the deck.

But the man is coming home today and then, after a few hours in the office tomorrow, is on vacation for a week. I plan to pick through the rubble this weekend while he is around to mind the children and the dog.

I want to live in that place where order and tidiness do not involve child abuse, but I have learned through extensive research, that Day 9 of Paul out of the country is not the day to try.