march~week 13/366 {recovery, birthday, and a video)

if you think i'm kidding when i tell you mama needed some recovery time - post girlie bedroom makeovers - you'd be mistaken.  for several days, it felt like my very bones were bruised.  forget gripping anything.  even my burt's bees lip balm was a challenge.  don't laugh.  okay, go ahead... i can't hear you.

week 13 started with us picking up the girls.  a 10+ hour round-trip.  

while soaking up some sofa time upon return {while homeschooling, of course. *ehem*}, i took advantage of the free, full viewing of hungry for change.  a must-see if you are into healthy-nutty stuff.  and maybe even if you're not. ;)



nator has an important piano event coming up soon... these flowers are from her teacher's home.  beautiful, yes?

there's also lots of script rehearsal happening in the car.  mama is all about efficiency, you know.

and my sweet nator.  she turned 12 this week.  when i started this blog, she was just turning 9.  excuse me while i go sob myself in and out of a sentimental, slightly hormonal tizzy. 

on the up side, she made cupcakes all on her own for theater friends.  no help at all from mom and dad.  she was far too proud of herself to take any assistance offered.  something she can check off the bucket list.

we took her to a favorite mexican restaurant - her choice.  before dad had to leave town for the weekend.  wait... i'm sensing more tears.  *sniff*sniff*  i think i'm okay now.

we'd already agreed there would be no ice cream... you know, since she would be sharing ice cream with a friend, bday cake, cupcakes... how much sugar does a 10 and 12 y.o. need?  but daddy is sneaky.  he informed the waiter without us knowing, so all 3 of us gals jumped a foot when they came around the corner, singing happy birthday!  it aged mama a year, too, i'm sure.  and only a few bites were eaten altogether.



this week, there were gifts, pizzas, balloons, and time spent with a special friend. 

there was stress given to mama by a certain 10 y.o. who thinks she's going on 18.   not much recovery time in motherhood, you know.   totally not for wimps.  especially when you're outnumbered and hubs has to go out of town.  just sayin'.  good thing she has her father's dimple.  one of my many weaknesses.

and there was a panera date with the hubster before leaving town. 30 minutes is better than nothing, right?



frozen frames are always flattering, yes?

okay, i'm off to give pets a flea check.  the insanity continues...