Can you tell I've had some time on my hands? I can't iron or make bread or vacuum. So might as well surf the web for silliness.
My arm hurts. A lot. In certain positions I want to yell out "OUCH". But I don't because I'm so good at suffering in silence. Or not. So my hair is a mess. And the house will be one soon if I don't rally the MYP to help out after school.
Yesterday, I was trying to find something soft and easy to put on. I was standing in the closet with one of the darling MYP that live here and I said, 'I think I'll wear this ugly sweater today'. The cherished child said, 'which one? For you, every day is ugly sweater day.' Thanks my sweetums.
I promise... next week I won't post so often. Hopefully I can iron and vacuum and get back to reality.