i just want to be a groundhog so bad.

i got to take care of the kids again today. both my mum and dad work full time as well as the older sisters. so the responsibility of both parental units is placed solely upon my shoulders until about six o'clock in the evening. every thursday is a definite. but that job almost always includes at least one to two more days of the week. i wouldn't say its my favorite job in the world. in fact its really hard. the little girls are grumpy and tired after being at school all day and getting them to do their homework can be nearly impossible some days. being as young as i am they don't often realize that the authority to "tell them what to do" is mine for the time being and they get quite a thrill out of teasing and pushing all my buttons like we're on an elevator ride. it gets frustrating. but since my mum went back to work i've had the opportunity and been bestowed the motherly responsibilities for a small part of the day and when all is said and done i love the job. and i can't wait to not just be the intern of the job but the actual boss someday.
Storey was running around the neighborhood at some activity with the girls her age. so i got to focus my energy on quincy entirely. she cracks me up.
three thirty today, she comes in with a huff and a frustrated expression on her face. pessimistic, sassy and obviously extremely tired. "Nib. Problem." she says dramatically. she then proceeds to drop backpack, coat and lunchbox along with the small rocks, wood-chips, eraser bits, and every elementary school treasures to the ground and flees to her bedroom without another word. i find her laying on her bed, face in the pillow, completely sprawled out, her hair in a tornado around her head. apparently there was a problem with Hillary, Sara and Jazalynn at school. someone is having a birthday party. not the whole class got invited. must be world war three. life will not go on. of course she got an invite. she's still devastated. apparently the birthday party conflicts with her play date scheduled the same date and time.
she goes all drama queen on me when i ask her to please get up and do her homework. bursting into tears she cries "ohh my nib. i just wish i was that groundhog in Pennsylvania.. I just want to hibernate like the groundhogs. its not fair nib, groundhogs don't have to go to school or do homework or play the violin.. i just want to be a groundhog so bad." now imagine this being sobbed by second grader in sagging tights a peter-pan blouse and hairy cardigan with spacey teeth and a second grade smile to match. i had a difficult time keeping a straight face through that one.
by 4:45 we've only just started her grammar worksheet when she looks at me with a giggle and say "i'm sarcastic nib." i ask her if she knows what that means she looks around. "no. but i'm pretty sure i am that." Sarcastic? "yep." then she proceeds to tell me about "coach" her physical education teacher at school.
Q- "he's got kinda weird hair."
N- "oh? what's it look like"
Q- "well, there's none on the top part" she says rubbing the very top of her head. "but there's some really poofy grayish hairs but just on the sides.."
N- "oh yeah. he's going bald"
Q- "yeah i think maybe. and i think he's a grandpa cause he's 52."
N- "dad is turning fifty this year qu."
Q- "woah. daddy's a grandpa?" *insert hysterical giggles here*