Tired

Ellis is a defender of the meek tired. Even if she is one of the main causes.

Last night, as we sat in the car waiting for Mark to get a movie from the rental store, Chase decided to open up about her feelings.

C: Mommy, you are not looking beautiful tonight. You should have put some make-up on to cover up the bags under your eyes. What are people going to think???

M: That I am tired? Which I am?

E: Chase, you are WRONG! Mommy is always bootiful. And I love her.

M: Thank you Ellis! [FYI. Chase did have a valid point.]

Then later, as I was sitting with Ellis [okay, maybe I was sleeping next to Ellis] in order to get her to stay in bed and fall asleep, Chase marched into the room and told me that I needed to come and get her some lemonade.

M: Chase, go ask Daddy. He can get you some lemonade.

C: NO. You are the only one that loves me.

M: Daddy loves you.

C: NO. You are the only one that I TRUST. [Translation: You are the only one that takes orders. I want lemonade with crushed ice, not cubed, shaken, not stirred, no foam, in the purple cup.] And by the way Ellis is sleeping- SO GET UP.

M: Did I mention that I am tired?

C: Times a wasting.

M: Sigh.

It was a week of just plain old bad sleep. Daddy coming home excitement, Zoo Field Trip excitement, end of school year excitement, movie anticipation excitement, and one that won’t go away–getting dark late issues. Sigh. Anyone have recommendations on a good under eye concealer? Looks like I’ll need one for some time to come.