Holding pattern

I needed to drop off some paperwork yesterday for Pat at (his! how weird for it not to be mine!...) work yesterday regarding rollovers (nothing to do with dog training, though) and defined benefit contributions, and yadda yadda yadda - it's all Greek to me, I just signed where all the pretty little "X's" were... and being in the skyway again, near my old lobby, seeing some familiar faces... the reality of my choice finally hit home for me. I had no feelings of regret, no pangs of doubt. Well, okay - maybe I had slight misgivings when passing by my old Caribou, but really, I'm sure they're already over me and my small skim white chocolate mochas, no whip. Standing there, waiting for Pat to come off the elevator, I was just another mom with her kids, waiting for their daddy. Then, walking away, holding my girls' hands... and feeling the most confident I've ever been in a decision of my own making.

Things are good. Libraries, bus rides, zoos, beaches, parks... the stuff summer is made of. Nothing really newsworthy happening here, hence the lack of posts lately. And I like it.

The girls had "rest time" today, and I went in a while ago to tell Jo she could get up, if she wanted. Of course, she wanted, and we went to release Eve from her room. I opened the door, and she was sitting one her bed, facing the door, with this crazy little smirk on her face. I looked quickly and anxiously around for some sort of destruction, but nothing appeared amiss, and I started to turn away. In one smooth motion, Eve turned over, lifted her dress and mooned Josie and I, without saying a word. Sometime during quiet time, she removed her Dora undies, and calmly waited for me to come into her room. We're in so much trouble.