This time of year I get up at 5:30, still dark, and look longingly back to my bed and can't wait until I can return.
Decent weekend, except DD spent the entire weekend obsessing whether or not her second piercing was even. She would go from loving it, to deciding it was uneven. By Sunday, she didn't want it anymore. It was $71. If it was off, no one but her would ever even notice or care. Sunday afternoon, I had had it. Told her to take them out, let it grow back, no you are not going to do it again, because I will never participate in this ridiculousness again. You can do it yourself when you are 18. She is crying. I leave for a church meeting.
I get back and she is happy again. DH, after being at work for most of the weekend, determined that if anything was off, it was her first piercing probably. So he bent her first earing slightly and now she is happy. For now.
I guess sometimes the very practical, utilitarian, man advice works every once and a while.