On Sleep Deprivation and Polly Pockets

I probably shouldn't post when I'm this tired...probably will ramble. Lauren has been sick since Saturday, and instead of staying in bed and sleeping it off, like I would choose to do (if I had the chance), she is not napping, and waking every couple of hours at night. I feel like a new mother again...so lost in the fog of sleep deprivation that the cogs in my brain are sort of stuck somewhere! This is particularly troublesome since I have been unsuccessfully trying to study for my Board Exams...finally chose my review material, which arrived from Amazon on Saturday.

I was just musing today about the profound absurdity of these small dolls, Polly Pockets, that Jenna is so completely obsessed with. Besides the tiny shoes, which are just a few milimeters in size, I haven't been able to find anything so entirely rupulsive about them that they will be banned. They do dress in trendy, rubber clothing. Of course, "trendy" is relative, since I usually buy them at Big Lots or other clearance sales, so they are not exactly clothed in the absolutely latest of fashion.

So, the girls and I were playing with Polly Pockets this evening. We got a bit slap-happy (again, blame the sleep deprivation) and put upside-down shirts on dolls' heads, and Belle's wig on Flounder. Put tiny slippers on and made them tap dance. The girls were both so involved in this tiny world of Polly Pockets, I was trying to remember the last time I was so totally lost in something! (I think it might have been the last time my sensitive husband and I watched Pride and Prejudice about 18 months ago or longer.)

Wouldn't it be wonderful to not have a care in the world save which rubber gown to wear for the ball? Some times I wish I didn't have to be an adult all the time! Thank goodness for little girls who love to play with tiny dolls!

T