Poor dog

You know, I remember when I was little going to my grandma's house and dressing up her cat, her poor poor cat, in my doll clothes. That poor cat. The girls have dressed up Huck a few times. They did put the bead necklace that was Jack's. They gave us all necklaces when we entered the fairy kingdom...So at least that was green. But the shiny pink shawl? Well, I guess it is better than the time we caught Huck cross dressing. In case you never heard that story...Way back when, Huck got into my stencil paints. I guess he found christmas red to be especially tasty, he had it all over his mouth and nails. He looked like he had lipstick and nail polish on. It was a pain to get off our carpet though. And some more pictures of Layla's face painting. I so need to learn how to do this. She looks so spritely.

And on a totally unrelated topic. Jack and I were talking about people's quirks. You know, those odd things about people...and I realized something. I need to change the ways I do things. I have quite a few friends who say that they can't say no. That isn't my problem. I volunteer myself to do these things over and over again. And yet I myself cannot ask for help. And it may be my imagination but when I say I need help there are few people who answer. So, what I am teaching my girls? To go out of your way to help other people, I swear I have a serious problem with this. I make up things to do, but never ask or expect other people to help you. So yeah. I guess this is my way of saying I feel like being a bitch from now on. I feel like I have been walked on. And what gets me is I see Natalie doing it. I don't think anyone will walk on Layla, but Natalie? So I need to stop. It also wouldn't hurt if I could learn to ask for help, eh? One thing at a time, first stop doing so much.
I read an article recently about keeping your cup full as a mom. Actually, I need to rephrase that, I saw the article, I couldn't read it. I saw a few things and pretty much said, "well, that isn't realistic for me, blah" I tell myself that refilling your cup is a silly concept, for me at least. Which may be why I have had a hard time getting anything done lately. Okay, it might also be partly Gwen. I had a very short period where she was decently easy. And now it seems like I must be on the floor at all times, ready for her to nurse whenever. She is also going through some slight separation anxiety. Or maybe it is just annoyance with me not sitting on the floor as her personal milk machine. Okay I am feeling slightly worn out There is nothing in my cup but it seems like I am trying to give away my cup also. Hey, at least then I wouldn't have to worry about filling it, right? How is that for optimistic?