be careful what you say.
because if you say, on your way home from YYZ, from your glorious week trip away in paradise, “my gosh, i am so bummed that Isabella’s sleeping right now. I wish she were awake so i could squeeze that little froggie*”
(*Isabella has decided she is a frog. even down to wanting to wear her ONE green shirt every. single. day. who allows these children to use their imaginations anyway?)
karma steps in.
and you will get your wish. because since coming home on sunday night, Isabella has been awake. for two days straight.
“neener, neener…i’m never going to bed…”
and she’s playing this lovely little game of screaming bloody murder for several hours straight, Regan MacNeil style…
until she barfs. and then falls asleep. and then an hour later, we get to lather, rinse, repeat.
how can a child this freakin’ cute be such a demon at night??
but…please don’t feel bad for me.
because three days ago i was here.
and it was definitely worth it.
(come back tomorrow where i will tell you that even though St. Lucia is the most beautiful place i’ve ever been, and i had the best vacation ever, and i gained three pounds eating and drinking my way through the resort, i will NOT be recommending the Sandals Regency La Toc to my friends or readers.
a…cha…got your interest piqued now, don’t i??
for now, though, coffee. i need coffee.)
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