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We headed to soccer, and still had time to spare. She put her shin guards on by herself, then we headed to the park. We only had 5 minutes, not the usual 15-20 as in previous weeks, but it was enough. I gave her a one minute warning, and she followed when time was up. She was trying to run there, but I told her to slow down and save her energy. To get her motivated to do soccer, I told her we’d go to the park for 5 minutes after practice if she followed the coach. This definitely helped her, but there were times where she was unmotivated. So I ended up only giving her 4 minutes, but she made the most of it. She got there, and this girl said, “Hi, Peyton.” Peyton said, “Hi Misha.” The girls chatted for a bit, while I tried to tell the grandmother that the girls go to the same school. I’m not sure if she was disinterested, didn’t hear me, or didn’t understand me. She was speaking English to Misha, and she nodded her head to me, but she didn’t talk back other than to ask when Peyton was born. I gave Peyton a countdown, and she stretched it to the limit of 4+ minutes. Then, it was time to go, and she told Misha, “Bye, I have to go now.” We headed home, and she told me Misha was still playing at the park and wasn’t going home. We got in the door, and Dave had accomplished his mission of getting Brandon fed and homework done. Success! We tag teamed out, and he headed to his school science meeting, with notebook in hand, while I bathed Peyton and got the kids ready for bed. We had some time, and I needed to get Peyton’s reading in, but I also had to pack for the weekend, so in came Brandon to save the day. He picked up the book and was happy to help. He started by telling Peyton, “Please save your questions until the end. Thank you.” Then proceeded to read to her. I got about 10 minutes in, then Peyton wandered in with the book in hand. Brandon was chasing after her, telling me that she didn’t want to read anymore. That was my cue to have them go their separate ways. It was about 715pm, so I quickly read another 5 minutes for Peyton, then headed to Brandon’s room to make sure he was finishing up his vocabulary sentence re-write. He actually elaborated more on the sentences the second writing and definitely made his handwriting neater. While she was supposed to be in her room, Peyton came out into Brandon’s room teary-eyed. She said, “My fluoride is up my nose.” Brandon started laughing and said, “What, you think that you can put it in your nose, because you know that your nose and your mouth are connected?! Haha…that’s funny!” She started to whine some more, so I asked her what side she put it in (I know she put it in there, it didn’t just “fall” into her nostril). She immediately said, “This one,” and pointed to her right side. I asked her to come toward me, and I plugged up her left side. I instructed her to blow, which she did, and out flew the tablet. She grabbed it immediately, and put it in her mouth. Waste not, want not. Gross. I know. By 730pm, lights were out. It’s 752pm, and Peyton’s already come to tell me she lost her fluoride again somewhere in her bed. Oh well, that fluoride tablet has definitely seen better days. I’m dressed and ready to run 5 miles when Dave gets back. Hope it’s no later than 9pm, or I’ll be hurtin’ for certain.