Well, it only took four days to get the lawn mowed. Which means some parts landed up getting mowed twice. I'm going with a translation of "twice as nice".
The week's bags are all in the mail,with the exception of mystery bidder, and I have a bit of an idea of what next week's bags will look like.
Which brings me to the much anticipated wind-down of the work week. And not without drama. After my zero tolerence policy on five year olds peeing their pants, I do have a quieter snack-time while the unmentioned law-breaker languishes in lengthy time-out. We may or may not all remember the armchair that got escorted to the local dump after that long, warm pee that took place in that comfortable, convenient location not so very long ago. Ah, pee. And puke. Which reminds me that I must take the furniture-saving-ratty-quilts off the couch and launder them since the dog decided to have a small yak there in the wee hours of the morning. Maybe she was just too comfortable to propel herself to the yak-a-torium in time, and knew her loving alpha human would understand.
Aaaaaaaah, Friday. Tapas to look forward to. Sparkling champagne. Crackling outdoor fire. Brian's cooking. No alarm set at 5:30 the following morning- instead, the anticipation of days at the lake, watching Brian and the boys jump into cold, wet water without inhibition.
And, I'm in the middle of two good books as well. "Two Cups of Tea"'; by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin; and a re-run: "Loving Each Other" by Leo Buscaglia.
Plus, school starts on Wednesday, which means I get the house and routine with my toddlers back soon enough. That's a lot to be grateful for.
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