I’m hoping for a day without rain today. I’m not holding my breath, and my umbrella is still easily accessible, and honestly, all I ask is for it to be clear enough for the girls to walk home. After that, I’m okay with whatever. That’s not too much to hope for, is it?
Last night, while attempting to drain the spaghetti, I somehow managed to pour a large pot of boiling water down my front. I would not recommend trying that at home. I was, thankfully, able to lean away from my pants (don’t spend too much time trying to imagine how that works), so all that got burned was my right foot, but, dude, it hurts.
I would like to point out that some things are just really, really wrong, no matter how good the idea seemed at the time. Case in point: The Manllow.
Tomorrow morning I embark on a child-free long weekend with my hubby. It’s an anniversary/birthday/Chris’s-job-has-been-really-stressful-for-at-least-3-years-now gift to ourselves. I’m not sure who’s more excited, though, the two of us or the girls, who are being split up and shipped off to friends’ houses for a three-night sleepover without their sisters. Party time for everyone.
Today I went to the grocery store with three princesses in full regalia. It was awesome, but I was seriously underdressed.
Usually I feel frantic the day before a trip. Today, not so much. Maybe it’s due to the fact that the kids aren’t coming with me.
Guess I'm not feeling terribly random today. We're all okay with that, though, right? Until next time...