TGIF.
God... could it be I am losing the title creativity thing? Let's hope not.

Today was awesome... you'd be amazed at JUST how much one can accomplish upon knowing that their sweet little darlings will be leaving as soon as the little hand hits the five.... A LOT.

Up early and out to Target this morning with Mimi and the girls in tow... which is always a treat hour of agonizing torture. Mom wants to buy the girls some clothes, however, so my lips are sealed... if it takes an hour ... it takes an hour. We did find skinny Minnie Sarah Beth a swimsuit that I thought was suitable... yes - that's me - the twenty-seven-going-on-forty-mom who worries about her eight year old daughter's ass being covered in public. Further - I would just like to add that no bathing suit for an eight year old should be smaller than a bra top. My child doesn't need a string bikini at age 8... and believe me, she would have given her right arm to have it.... yeah - and - she asked me for a bra today... and while, I could create a whole post on just that subject - I'll go back into denial and the Barbie aisle, thanks.

So, $37.92 later, along with a rather grumpy Jordin and an out of control Sarah Beth, we manage to the car and Mimi quickly drops us off at home... it would appear she's "had enough," as she likes to say. I fix lunch for the girls admist complaints of the menu choice, and then - serve it to them anyway. How many kids are getting a hot meal at lunch everyday over Spring Break? (well, probably a lot more than you think, but please don't tell SB that... ) The girls, who were amazing NOT hungry when served, eat two plates of lunch each.... amazin,' I tell you... .

We packed SB for camp... you know, the standard.. shorts, flip flops, sunscreen, etc. . Jordin can't find any socks - no surprise there - and Jim (wonder-ex-husband-dad) calls to say he'll be EARLY to pick up Jordin... (thank goodness)... listen to SB ask 3,000,000,000,000,000 questions on the way to camp drop off, and finally start answering with stock answers, "yes," and etc. . No telling what I promised the kid...

Drop the darling off at camp with her little Brownie size friends. Cry. Call Jim immediately to make sure at least Jordin misses me.... yeah, right... . Cry.

Who decided she was old enough to go on a camping trip???