…and am oh-so-tired. Whoa.
Recap of the last couple of days: nephew, born; daughter’s birthday party, finished (next year I might do something like Chuck E. Cheese’s, even though I HATE that place, because, man … I am not an organized arranger-party person. Luckily, the weather turned out nice (after two weeks of freaking cold, rainy weather, it finally warmed up in time for the party)); preschool graduation, survived; get-together with people from my alma mater, over; second visit to see nephew and Father’s Day bbq, done (with only two tears shed for gasoline prices). Upcoming: family reunion.
Real accomplishment: I have convinced my daughter that we don’t need to listen to Toddler Tunes anymore.
Questionable accomplishment: This is my (almost 5-year-old) daughter’s new favorite song.
She asks, “can we listen to the zombie song?” Or, the “little girl” song, which is here in a Dr. Who fan-vid.
Yeah. She’s so going to grow up emo. These were both songs that were on my Demon Night soundtrack (although “Fallen” has become more of a theme song for the series to me (others include McLachlan’s “Full of Grace” and The Verve’s “Bittersweet Symphony.”) The Cranberries probably won’t be on the soundtrack for the new, as-yet-untitled book (it’ll probably sound a lot more like Demon Angel‘s than Demon Night‘s) but the others will.
I think Toddler Tunes might have a happier message.Â The question is: can my sanity take another few years of it?
I think not. So, emo-kid it is.
Anyway, the accomplishment that was not really done this weekend (actually, since I got news that my sister was in the hospital)? Writing.
And so back I go.