Piles of It

A little of this in the morning...

produces some of this in the afternoon...

and this in the afternoon...

some of this in the evening...

and choosing to go to this place for a "Night at the Museum"...left this on the floor since the morning...

We chose fun today.

I have a secret to tell you: it is always worth it.

Oh-So Saturday

I had the best Saturday a girl could have yesterday.

I listened to 2 more hours of this book, which affirms my oh-so athletic life.

I let my husband have it oh-so to himself.

I got to spend 1.5 hours in a salon having girl talk with my oh-so sweet niece.

My children got to play with their cousins, but more importantly their oh-so maternal, biker-looking uncle.

I realized that the world (or maybe just NJ) is an oh-so small place since the girl cutting my niece's hair is the older sister of one of my brother's friends from high school (girl-talk, remember?).

My kids slept. I filled my cup again. And tomorrow will be just as sweet because I get to think about today.

my sweet niece

Valentine's Day Weekend

Running into icy cold water and running out is my kind of Valentine's Day.

Especially when I am the one taking pictures of it.

Jobs

open spot

During the week I often find myself escaping to the world of "other family's lives." I try to figure out what's going on at home, what isn't going on, and what should be going on.

For a living, I care for other children and teach other children how to do things and ways to act that I think are becoming of a human being.

Some people call it Integrated Language Arts and others call it English.

However, anything that is taught to 13 yr olds should be called Social Work.

I am not qualified for this.

But after a week of trying to convince myself I am qualified and trying to act like I am qualified, I get to come home to what I am qualified to do - snuggle.

I get to come home and take care of my own children and husband and house and for 2.5 days I am able to pretend that is my only job.

Thankfully, one tool I was equipped with in my childhood was my imagination.

So excuse me for not writing so much, but I am losing snuggle time.