Another week. Another Thursday.

I’m actually starting to really miss my blogging time. I miss writing and capturing the girls and their antics through words and photos. My miserable and sporadic posts are certainly not due to lack of blog fodder. At least twice a day I think, “that would be funny blog material,” but most days I’m patting myself on the back for getting a shower, shoveling some food into the girls, and getting everyone chauffered where they need to be, when they need to be. I just don’t seem to be able to find much “extra” time anywhere. Anybody figured out how to make more hours in the day yet?

No need to answer that, I know I’m only saying what everyone else is feeling, too.

So, let’s see…what do I need to throw out for this Thursday?

Not to detract from the importance of Veteran’s Day, (big thank you to all the veterans out there!), but holidays in the middle of the week really stink.  All day yesterday it felt like Saturday. The girls didn’t have school and J. took a day to be home with them which was all well and good, except, well…there was no Sunday. Now we are smack back in the middle of the workweek, except it just feels out of whack. It just doesn’t feel right.

The day off for everybody did afford me three whole hours to really work on crafts to sell at the holiday boutique, which was a beautiful gift. My lovely husband took the girls to the place I like to call “hell on earth.” Chuck E. Cheese. The place gives me the jeebies. But oh, how those girls love that place. So Daddy obliged them, treating them to cardboard pizza and head-splittingly loud arcade games for hours on end. And then, as if the three hours of peace were not enough, he also brought me home a peppermint mocha. Mmmm…heaven.

Besides yesterday, I think we are all recovering from last weekend a bit. We had the most exciting Daisy meeting, possibly ever. Let’s just say it will be very difficult to top, and all the meetings from here on out are going to seem incredibly boring, I’m afraid.

It was one of our Daisies’ birthday and her dad happens to be the fire captain, so after our already packed meeting, look what pulled up to our house…

And…we all got to ride on the truck. I’m not really sure who was more excited about riding in it, the girls or the Moms. And, the firemen were so amazingly patient and kind – it really was a very fun day.

We have a field trip and a service project planned for next month, lots of planning and coordinating going on for that, but man our troop of girls is amazing. They are giddy about every part of being a Daisy and that makes it all so worth it.

With all of Em’s many activities, I feel like Ad just gets dragged along most of the time. So I’ve been trying very hard to make an extra effort to plan fun stuff for Addie and I, and arranging extra playdates for her, too. I cannot get over how much she has grown up in the past few months. She says the funniest stuff and cracks me up most of the day. And she reminds me so much of Em after Emma had started preschool. Little.Sponges. She is very quick-witted and smart. The other day we were in the car and she was being crazy, so I said to her, “Addie you are a goof! G-O-O-F!” And without even a moments’ pause she said, “No I am not, Momma! N-O! I’m not!”

I know I’m missing a million other things, but I’m also missing parts of MadMen, we only have two episodes til we are all caught up. I’m dreading the last few episodes because I’m so addicted. What will I do for my fix?

Happy Thursday.