July 28, 2007
Mom's at a conference in Orange County, CA (where, I'm told, the weather girls wear tube tops). It's day 4. Frankie's not had her hair combed since Wednesday, she's destroyed my office once while daycare was closed, she's up at 6 am and to bed at about 10 pm, she's routinely naked after 5 steps in the house, she just carefully shredded my Saturday newspaper into little square bits with a scissors (that I hid) and I've showered approximately every other day. I'm a bit exhausted and smelly. Today, with a wide-open 12 hours to go, I'm contemplating taking her to see The Simpsons. Rated PG? Hmmm.