You guys, I had a tough weekend. My two-year old had a miserable cold and was, well, miserable. My 4 ½ year old was forced to stay home due to his sick brother and he has the energy of, well a 4 ½ year old. My Sunday Funday started bright and early at 5:03am
All last summer my husband watched wistfully when a Jeep would drive by. “I want a Jeep.” Oh man. “No, you don’t. What would we do with a third vehicle? Where would we park it? How would we afford it?” None of his answers satisfied me or sounded like legit arguments for his cause. And
I have an excellent idea for a post. Tragically, that idea will go unused for tonight, because I lack the fortitude to battle my current state of exhaustion. This was a weekend known in this house as “drill weekend,” when DH spends both Saturday and Sunday up at the Guard base. I, in contrast, spend
I woke up Sunday morning and realized that the next day was a holiday (Columbus Day). I was ELATED that I had another day before I had to go to work. It changed everything about Sunday, knowing that there was a Monday off! Then I tried to figure it out. I love my work. I love
1. SOMETIMES YOU FEEL LIKE A NUT … I know Melissa just posted about this frequent CTWM topic, but it turns out that my three year old has food allergies. So my brain has been dwelling on her and the myriad forms I’m being required to fill out (for two separate school-day/child care programs).