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| Look at that attitude! |
A few months back, I had recently returned from
my mission, and (happy to have her go-to babysitter back) my mom decided it was
a good time to head off to Oregon to visit her parents for a week. While she
was gone I was to (in addition to my already busy work schedule) play mom for
my 10-year old sister. And so I made the quick transition from Sister Bauss to
Mama Bauss.
At first, things went smoothly enough. For the first two
minutes that is. I’d force myself to wake up every morning. I’d struggle to make
her a lunch amidst complains of “I don’t like Cheez-its” and “yogurt is gross”
and “but I had a PB&J sandwich yesterday!” Then there was the dramatics of
getting her to get showered and dressed—who knew a 5th grader could
be so picky with outfits! She was putting Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada
to shame!
