Daddy's Girls

Happy St. Patrick's Day. This is a bad day for me. St. Patrick's day was always a big deal for my father. He was a proud Irishman. He taught be to be proud of my Irish heritage. He pushed it so hard that I would forget that I have some Polish in me too. He taught me about leprechauns. My mother would get so mad when he and I would see leprechaun's dancing in the fire. She never saw them. My father had a big impact on my life. I miss him very much.

Last night I went over to Missy and Terry's to babysit. It turned out that Terry was not going out but asked me to stay and take care of Serif so he could do some work. Boy was that a bad idea. That little girl was determined to be with her daddy. There was nothing I could do to make her happy. She never cries like that when I take care of her. Usually we have a great time and she doesn't even notice her parents aren't there. But I guess knowing that her daddy was in the house was all it took. She would scream until he came into the room and got her. Once he picked her up everything was great and she was happy as a lark. When I left she was on the sofa with Terry happy as could be chewing on his big toe.

I am so ready for the weekend. I want to relax and veg. That's what I usually do anyway. Maybe a little house work but mainly just relax. It's been a busy week. I love Saturdays because that's the one morning that I don't have an alarm getting me up. I love that waking up on my own and then sitting around reading the paper and enjoying my coffee. I am definitely ready.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!