Well, it’s day 2 of Spring Break and so far all I have accomplished is cleaning out a bookshelf in the living room, cleaning out the bathroom drawers and cabinets (which I am very proud of, by the way), and whooping my 7 year old son at Hungry Hungry Hippos. I know. I should be totally ashamed for not purposely losing each game we played, and yes, there were many tears and angry accusations of me being a “cheater”, but I am the Hungry Hungry Hippos Spring Break Champion. Boo-yah!
The time change has not helped matters at all. We’ve been staying up late (because, really, an hour was stolen from us) and sleeping in, which will be quite interesting to figure out when 4:30 A.M. comes calling on Monday morning.
Clyde helped me sit down and pay some bills. Clearly, he was a *huge* help.
My dad took the training wheels off of E.B.’s bike today and thoroughly ticked my son off.
He was NOT happy. We finally convinced him to get on and give it a try, so Daddy took him down the street. All I could hear was screams of, “DO NOT LET GO!!! DON’T LET IT GO!!!!!!!”. Naturally, this will require more practice. And screaming. But we have the rest of the week!
And, sit down, but I took the back vent cover thingy off of my hairdryer and cleaned all the trapped lint out of it!
Have you ever looked into the back of your hairdryer? Eww. I’m pretty sure that cleaning alone shaved two minutes off of my drying time.
Clearly, we are off to the start of a wild and crazy week around here.