Seriously, it's already Tuesday? Or should it be only Tuesday? I can't tell anymore. The weeks keep backing up on me, along with the laundry. Meh. Go visit Stacy, she has action figure angst this week.
-> My clean bathrooms didn't last 20 minutes this weekend. I sent everyone out to play in the snow. I took me an hour to get all three bathrooms squeaky clean, top to bottom. Floors, toilets, tubs, everything shined. Nothing smelled. It was wonderful. Then, I went and sat and enjoyed my Clorox high. In that brief moment, all 3 boys came in, each picked their own bathroom and proceeded to make a freaking mess. Its seems like such a simple task, point and shoot. Whatever.
-> The upshot of me giving up on other people's goals? More time for me. More time to blog, more time to read, more time to relax with the boys. Less grumpy Mama, less lugging of undesired books, and less giving up of lunch hour. One day their goal will be mine, but not right now. Oh, and apparently more time to make fund raising phone calls for the church? What? How the hell did I get shackled to that? Sigh. If you see me come up on the caller ID, let the voice mail pick up...
-> My SIL and niece just had me read a modern day teen romance novel. Somehow I thought it was going to be more sci-fi, thriller-ish. Nope. Pretty standard teen novel. It was darn fun, though. Squee.
-> My co-worker thinks my latest voyage into weight control is hysterical. I've gone all high protein. Smoothies in the morning, bars in the afternoon. Cows and pigs are running screaming at dinner time. (and no worries, I'm following all the recommended "moderation" ideas. I keep an equal mix of Yoohoo and water, veggies and Twinkies.) I'm logging all the calories and other data in a spreadsheet. When she saw this morning's log, she almost passed out. 1120 calories before lunch. Seriously, people? How is this not working??? She's threatened to sell me to science.
-> Come back tomorrow when I hope there will be hysterical pictures. We got LG goggles this weekend, in hopes he'll willingly stick his head underwater. I'm not holding out hope, but the pictures will be hysterical, I'm sure.