Ok for the news first. My hubby had another job interview this morning for a Branch Manager position with the bank that he works for. They called him this afternoon and offered him the job! This is the promotion that he has been waiting for. I am excited for him and I am very proud of him. He will have to triple his commute to work every morning, but it isn't still too bad. It just goes from less than five minutes to a little over 15 minutes. This is great though! It is well deserved!
Now for the shoes part. My kids have managed to get every toy out and spread it all over thier room and my parent's basement. I have been trying to help them clean up, but it resulted in me doing all the work. Little dude started to help, but little princess was still pouting about it. So I started the threaten that I was going to call Santa and tell him that he doesn't need to bring any toys for her this year. To my suprise this didn't even faze her. Then I noticed that she had colored on one of her dolls face with a crayon. So then I had a little talk with her about respect for her toys. I told her that I was just going to throw all her toys away because she wouldn't take care of them. This too didn't faze her. She was still not picking anything up so I just said "ok I am calling Santa right now." I picked up the phone diled a number then pretented to tell Santa the she has been naughty to her toys and the she isn't picking them up so he shouldn't bring her anything this year. When I got off the phone she still didn't care. So I started to gather up her things and put them in a box to "throw them away" and still nothing. What finaly got to her is when I picked up her Dora shoes and put them in the box. You would not believe the cry she let out. "DON'T THROW AWAY MY SHOES!!" She was so upset. What makes me laugh is that she thinks that her dolls, her princess dress, her baby stroller, and other random things are going to the garbage. She also thinks that Santa isn't bringing anything to her this year. She could care less about that. What she really cares about are her shoes. Her dang shoes! I should be mad that it has been almost an hour now and the basement still isn't clean, but I just can't stop laughing about how upset she was that I was going to throw away her shoes. She is still crying about it and I haven't even throw them away yet. Oh the drama! I think this is why my mom said that I will be very happy that I am having another boy and not a girl.