Big Day

Peter age 6.
Oh what a morning…what a night. Crying, late…Tabs nearly missed the school bus–I drove her down to Mikaila’s stop. Mist couldn’t find a brush–tears. Pip wouldn’t brush her teeth–tears. The house is a mess! I have ideas, new ones on how to down size, zen my home yet again. But I have no time to do it! Every spare moment I have I must work on my paper. It is a trying time for me.
Peter is in Vancouver, since yesterday. Today is his big day. PhD defense. He will call me in the afternoon when he finds out if he passed. I must go now, and take dear Pip to the speech path. She is doing fabulously, but she makes common pronunciation errors that are typical of her age. On the week end , while I was cutting her pancakes she was saying, “Yum, yummy, yum-yum.” So I said, “Some little girl around here has always loved her breakfasts, I won’t say who…” And little Pip said, “OK, I admit it…it’s me.” Tabs, Mist and I just couldn’t believe that our little peanut Pip knew such phrases. She is my baby girl genius. Gotta go…going to be late like my girls this morning, only I’m not up for a crying jag.