Eccentricities

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Sometimes I get so weird, I even freak myself out. 

~Unknown

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I recently took one of those leadership quiz type things and it described me as the "Maverick Leader."  Under the highest and best value of the maverick leader it says this:  You're independent, confident and perhaps a little eccentric.  We all have those moments that happen so quickly we're left reeling with the sensation of "why did I just do that?"  Well, chalk this one up as a reason to call me eccentric. 

Daughter of the year #2 has struggled to get ready in the morning.  She just wants to sleep and I have tried every combination of laughs, pokes, outbursts, anything just to get her out of bed.  Every time I am met with sad brown eyes and the plea, "Will you help me get dressed?"  Ugh.

She is at an age where she can certainly dress herself, she is just too tired in the morning to do so.  We made a deal on this day that she gets 3 days a week for mommy to assist in the morning dressing ritual and when those 3 days are up, she doesn't get any more until the next week.  WIN!  She took the bait and got ready on her own.

While getting dressed I retrieved her a bag of mini-muffins.  She has a new passion for the packaged French Toast muffins (don't judge, I could probably make the same thing on my own but fresh doesn't come easily in our home).  As I opened the package, I briefly wondered, what do these things taste like?  I handed the package to her and promptly went back to getting ready for the day.

Enter daughter of the year #2 as I am doing my hair.  She always comes up to me, puts her head on my shoulder and tries to con me into doing yet one more thing for her (boy does she have me pegged as a sucker).  I turn to see what she wants and notice at first look what appears to be a crumb from the muffins on her shirt.  Before I even have time for my brain to register what it is I am doing, I pick the crumb off her shirt and eat it.  What the hell?

I assure you, it was indeed a muffin but as I let thoughts creep into my mind about what else it could have been, oh let's just say gross!!  What was I thinking?  Where in the world does a parent reach out, pick something off their kid's shirt and then proceed to eat it?  Am I starving?  No.  Am I dying for a bite of that muffin?  Maybe.  Was that test right in saying I am eccentric?  Probably. 


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  1. UnknownMay 19, 2016 at 11:58 AM

    Hahahaha! I love you! Life would be very boring with out the touch of eccentric in our friends. Not me of course, I'm 100% normal.

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