Quirky

My kiddo is currently in the throes of a bedtime quirk.  She sometimes does this; she has a tendency to overthink and then cause herself hours of distress and inability to sleep.  So she's lying in bed, as I type, unable to sleep because she's worried that she MIGHT end up being the last person awake, and she doesn't like to be the last person awake.  But her concern about being the last person awake is making her unable to sleep, which is making me CRAZY.  Because I love sleep, and I've had a really long day, and all I want to do is go to bed.  But, of course, I don't feel like I can. Because then L would be the last person awake.  She told me that it's  easier for her to fall asleep when she can either see the flickering lights from Stuart watching TV in the living room or hear me typing.  Stuart has fallen asleep on the couch in the living room - but the TV is still on - and I'm typing, so she should be golden.
Yesterday L and I drove to Maize to do a little shopping, and planned to meet up somewhere with my sister and her gorgeous little monkeys so that I could get in some sister time and we could give the kids their Valentines Day presents.  L and I made them each a scarf and a stuffed animal owl, so I really wanted to see their faces when they opened their packages.  Her older kiddos were in school and the little one was napping, so L and I did some shopping while we waited.  We decided to grab some lunch after shopping at Old Navy, and went to the car to find somewhere nearby.  But the darn thing wouldn't start. Not even try.  And it was 18 degrees, with a wind chill of 4 degrees.  And I hadn't brought a coat, because, you know, what are the chances that I'll really NEED it??
Thank goodness for hero husbands, the kind who drop everything and attach a trailer to the back of their pick-ups and drive almost an hour to pick you up from the mall parking lot, without even grumbling in front of you.  The kind who insist that you sit in the warm truck while they hook your car up onto the trailer in the freezing cold.  The kind who, after all that, STILL refuse your offer of half of the cinnamon scone you got at Panera for  lunch.  Now THAT'S a good husband.
(And he spent all day today fixing it, even though he really wanted to be working on his race car.  I'm married to such a great guy!)
So L and I spent the day today in Hutch with my mom.  She said that she was going in to Hutch go buy groceries and that we could come along and get our groceries for the week, too, if we wanted.  We got home 7 hours later.  I kid you not.  I love my mother, and I love spending time with her, but it was a really long day. I am sure that she feels the same way.  Never underestimate the privilege of completing your own errands, and ONLY your OWN errands.
L made a felt stuffed cheetah today.  Yesterday she dreamed it up, chose the fabric, sketched a pattern, and cut it out.  Today she and I stitched it (she had a rather horrible needle/finger poking incident, so I did some of the stitching) and stuffed it.  Her, I guess, not "it" - L named her Chichi.  Which, she informed me, is kind of like a pun - "you know, since chi-chi means kind of rich and snotty and it is also a nickname for cheetah".  :)
I love that kid.