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postheadericon I’m a nark…


I had a silly moment this morning where I felt like I was being a nark.  About my own child, to my husband.  I’ve recently married, moved, started working full-time in a real office 25 minutes away from home, and my husband is homeschooling the Princess.  Needless to say, I don’t get a lot of one-on-one time with my daughter anymore.  A fact that I enjoy more than I care to admit, …. sometimes.

This morning I was doing some toenail care, you know that awkwardness of a 50 year old body trying to get to her toes, and make sure the nail clippings fall in this little bitty wastebasket, so you don’t have to lean over or crawl around on the floor to pick up the “droppings”.

The Princess strolled in, checked herself out in the mirror and proceeded to be interested in what I was doing.  Out of the blue, she asked “Do you know what that bloody tissue is for?”  I hadn’t noticed it, so I glanced over for a quick look.  “No”, I replied.  She reached in and picked it up.  I’m cringing and telling her not to pick it up.  It could have been where my husband was shaving and nicked himself, but to myself I was thinking, that sure is a lot of blood.

She announced that she fell, face forward on the carpet, landing on her nose and it started to bleed.  I asked her if she had told Dad that she was bleeding.  She said no, it didn’t bleed that much, it wasn’t bleeding now and it didn’t hurt.  Oh, and I got a demonstration of how she fell.  And, like a mom, I’m telling her to be careful or she will bump it again and start it bleeding.

I proceeded to the living room and talked to my husband about it and he said it was the first he heard of it.  He promptly goes into the playroom and confronts her.  Well, “confront” is maybe too strong a word.  He ASKED her about it, she told him the same story, and attempted the demonstration again.  He told her that next time, she should just tell him about it.  He needs to know these things.

So later, I’m thinking what a nark I was, and laughing to myself.  I was even doing the adolescent thing of peeking over my husband’s shoulder while he was talking to her, watching her reaction.  She didn’t say anything to me but I can only imagine what she was thinking…  “Mom told on me”.

I’m such a nark, and a nerdy one at that, lol.


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