Good grief!

Instead of writing about the grief associated with death and dying, I want to introduce you to the "grief" that my middle child presents on a daily basis. Although it can be rather frustrating at times, I have to laugh and wonder what runs through her mind. This is a dangerous post to write since I am asking both sets of grandparents and a friend to help us out while we are gone to sunny Mexico! They might want to back out:)

I could write a whole book on Grace.

We were driving in the car on the way to dance class. We were listening to a song by Rihanna on the radio. She told me she had talked to dad about changing her name. She does not want to be Grace anymore, in her words, "Too BORING!" She wants her new name to be Brehanna. A mix of Brianna and Rihanna. I told her she can't just change her name. I told her that she would have to go to a courthouse to get it changed. She had the most excited look on her face and said, "Alright, let's go!" Girlfriend has big dreams and they are less than ordinary!

She has been having some issues this week with getting to the bathroom in time when in the tub. I won't go into detail but I needed to disinfect the tub after her bath. I told her she needed to come and help me. I grabbed a pair of yellow, latex gloves and started the process. She grabbed the second pair. As she was "helping" me clean the tub, I looked over to her to discuss why we had to do what we were doing. There she was looking at me her cute little nose poking out of ski goggles!! She had these huge ski goggles on, only wearing underwear, and yellow latex gloves. I had to leave the room to laugh. I could not keep a straight face. Needless to say, we had to finish the job in silence.

Today, I found a random garbage bag filled with water and secured with a hair tie in the bathroom. I do not understand her purpose for doing these things. And then deciding I better look for other damage and found about 25 Kleenex's piled up on the night stand. NEVER count on Grace just going to the bathroom, washing her hands, and getting back to life.

On the way to hockey practice, Holden was sad and telling me one of his friends keeps taking his hat and running away. He was pretty upset about it. I was asking him questions and offering advice. Advice he was shooting down one after the other. Then Grace pipes up. "Mom can I say something?" "Sure Grace". "Holden, I know what you should do! You should fight back (sinister voice). That is what I do!" What???? I don't know if she is full of bologna or not. I think I need to e-mail her teacher and make sure all is well at school? Yes, there was a part of me thinking good job girl, stick up for yourself. That is something her brother can not do very well. All his friends know he will not push back. He doesn't have it in him (unless if the situation involves Grace).

Today, Liv and I were dancing and singing to some Christian rock music. Grace listened to it just yesterday and seemed to really enjoy it. After about the 5th song she came downstairs and shut it off. She said she just could not listen to it right now. I asked her why and she said "It makes me think of things." I figured she meant like Ann or sad things...she said "No" with a puzzled look on her face. More of an eye roll puzzled. I asked her what the deal was then. She said, "Ugh! It makes me feel like fighting! I don't want to talk about it." Interesting response.

Have fun G'ma's and G'pa's!!!!!