We started the weekend well -- with popcorn and a movie: Megamind. I'd never seen it, but Faith had, so she made sure to tell me what was going to happen as it was happening. "and this is when Megamind THINKS he killed..." hahaha -- it was lots of fun.
Finally I get her to bed. It is 11:30. This is troubling, but I secretly think that she'll sleep in the next morning, so there is an internal justifying of the late hour bedtime.
Light woke me at 6:32 am. When I stumbled into Faith's room, she was reading a book and my croaky, "Faith! What are you doing up -- it's still the middle of the night!" did not seem to sway her back to sleep. I went back to sleep, though, and got a blissful 40 minutes before I heard "Auntie Ro, can I watch a movie?" I trundled out to the living room, set up the dvd, and went back to bed for another hour. I mean, wow. That girl got like 6 hours of sleep, max. Cuh. Razy.
When I finally got UP around 8 am, we sloshed through the rain and wind in our pj's to get our donut holes. Then we came back and watched a movie all morning -- good times, good times.
My plan was to get us both ready and out the door in time for lunch and then the show at SWU at 2. I forgot that an eight-year-old doesn't always understand the importance of the "plan." We got out the door, barely in time to make it to SWU, and I'm ashamed -- so ashamed -- to confess to you that I COMPLETELY forgot two things:
1. Someone didn't remember to "do" her niece's hair.
2. Someone also didn't remember to ask her niece to brush her teeth.
We made it to the play, but without an official lunch, I am ashamed to say. I am further ashamed that I tried to placate the lunch situation with a zaxby's drive-through, but someone didn't want chicken; they just wanted fries. Sigh. So here's the day so far:
Unbrushed hair. Unbrushed teeth. French fries for lunch.
So far, Auntie Ro is an EPIC FAIL as a substitute mom. I freely admit this :)
Because of my epic fail with lunch, little girl made it through the first act, but we had to ditch the second because of grumpy, grumpy hunger-pants. I would judge, but I can't. My sisters know how grumpy I am until I'm fed. It's rather shocking. So...
I suggested a slice of pizza. We ended up with cheesy sticks. Considering that her mother specifically asked me to try to keep this weekend healthy... well, the Epic Fails continue. Forgive me, sister A.
Potentially, I may have also introduced her to garlic butter sauce, which she'd never heard of before. <insert apology here>
Niece-a-kiss fell asleep in the car on the way home. Now she's had her bath, is in her pj's, and we are about to make tacos at home. I am going to attempt a lettuce-tomato seduction, but she's already warned me that she likes her tacos with "JUST meat and cheese. That's all." We shall see...