I reached list-making status today. That's getting down-to-business for me... actually doing stuff on the list is another matter. All it amounts to really is doing dishes, filing papers, readying another book order, moving clothes from bins into the closet, and sewing six girl scout sashes by Saturday. I'm instead obsessing over finding bookcases to buy for the kids' rooms, and convincing the U.S. Postal Service that our new address is really definitely REAL.
I know I can leave the vacuuming for K when he gets back. He suddenly loves vacuuming.
The kids and I got some Anchorage-errands done today, most importantly an eye exam for T. She's gone from needing bifocals for far-sightedness to being nearsighted like her four-eyed parents. New glasses ASAP. At errands' end, I gave in to "Mama can we go to the mall PLEASE?", but when it was time to leave (so I could make it home in time for Lost) T put on her I Hate You Mom face and spewed forth her best Child Lawyer arguments about why we should stay exactly where we were. Eccccchhh. It was a miserable drive home.
As soon as I picked up a FranticMom Special from Great Alaska Pizza, she lit up and announced that she felt "much better!". So, I'll stock the glove compartment with pepperoni for the next time I see a hint of the IHYM face.
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