The good thing is I got to sleep in until 9:45. Well, kind of. I heard playing, laughing, fighting, teasing and crying with a mixture of very loud shushes and, "Quiet! Mom's sleeping!" off and on all morning while I laid in bed and read on my nook for an hour.
I stumbled downstairs and ate my typical breakfast, diet coke and Dove Chocolates. I hate that I love this breakfast. It's incredibly unhealthy. I've tried and tried and tried to eat healthier, but I always come back to this. I'm not a morning person, but the thought that I can wake up and eat some chocolates and drink some diet coke makes it a little easier to get out of bed and start my day.
Neurotic moment: Did you know they recently did a study that the caramel coloring in sodas is linked to cancer. I have to quit. I know I must. I'm slowly killing myself. (Not to mention, rotting my teeth out, sucking the calcium out of my bones, and creating brain tumors from the aspartame. Boo!)
Then I walked into the office to find this. I haven't seen this for awhile and it's been oh, so lovely not to have a super-busy-attorney-working-from-home-on-weekends-and-evenings husband for the last few months. But he has warned me that March is going to be very busy with an upcoming trial.
You can't see the TV here but I guarantee an English soccer game is on.
I made cleaning lists for the kids. Mostly likely, I will have to follow them around all day to make sure it all gets done.
I have a huge primary mess on my kitchen table because I have, once again, left my singing time preparation until the last minute.
We've also had a nice, lovely round of tantrums and crying from Samster.
And this is what my laundry room looks like right now.
I pretty much guarantee that this won't be washed, folded and put away until about Wednesday.
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BUT.....I am leaving this lovely mess at home to go on a quiet lunch date with the Mr. So it's not so bad.
I'm liking the variety in your breakfast. Milk Chocolate and peanut butter, I'm guessing? Oh, and I love Jeff's raised pinkie finger as he types. Years and years of piano lessons have beat that out of me! Only curved fingers on keyboards of all kinds for this girl! :) Cute post.
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