my reputation as a fun person is completely ruined.
The girls' weekend that I thought we would have, that I was 50% of, did not happen. Not even close. Emma fought me at every sep, turned down every single suggestion, and barely spoke to me all weekend. Did we have an arguement? Nope. She was just in a mood.
And i get it, I get it. I was that surly teen girl every weekend forced to spend time with my Dad. I did my absolute best to not have any fun and make it as excruciating for everyone else as possible. And I was good at it. But with age comes wisdom and I can see what a spoiled brat I was, and I still apologize to my Dad to this day. I try to teach Emma the lessons that I learned, so that she doesn't have to learn them the hard way.
I guess she likes the hard way.
Last night as I forced her to drive to Taco Bell with me at 9:30, I reminded her that our weekend was an open slate, with numerous possibilities of fun, just for us. That we stayed home, so she would know that her life and activites are as important to us as her brothers. I thought she got it.
Next time, I'll go on the road trip and let Bart stay home.
My magnolia is in full bloom and smelling fresh like spring this morning. I was afraid that the heavy rain yesterday would knock off all the blossoms before they even opened.
we have a baby bunny! Sorry for the blurry picture-he is the most skittish bunny I have ever seen. Some of them have let us pick them up, but this guy is a scaredy cat. Haven't seen any momma bunnies.
Enjoy your Sunday!