Had a bagel and cream cheese for breakfast this morning. I mean, a toasted Everything Bagel from Goldbergs, with cream cheese from Fresh Market. It was like, $6.00 and 550 calories - but it was worth every single one.... calorie AND dollar.
About 100 second and fifth graders will be descending on my house in approximately 4.5 hours. To egg hunt. In the dark. With flashlights. And, when a friend asked me earlier this morning WHAT IN THE HELL WE WERE THINKING, starting this tradition, five or so years ago, I chalked it up to MOTHERHOOD INSANITY. And I don't use that excuse often, people.
It's Good Friday. I am leaving work early. Along with 300,000 other good Christians. Seriously. But there should be NO traffic. I mean, I should be home by like, six.
... since you know, I have TWO friends in California, that I am going to BlogHer. I do anticipate drinking champagne with my twofriends and meeting lots and lots of new ones. Happy Birthday to Me.
...to start my own business. This decision actually happened about a month ago. To make this decision more official and monumentous, I went ahead and rustled up a partner, office space, and even some decor. Oy vey. It's hard work, and decidedly, it gives me ONE MORE THING to FREAK OUT about at least thirty million times a day.
... that I admire these two women QUITE A BIT. I located their blog this weekend, riiiiggght about the time my Former Spouse tied the knot. And it was like therapy. Dysfunctional, fabulous, well written therapy.
... that I should make more blogging friends. I would, personally, love an entire blogging entourage.
... that, if in fact, I discovered that my spouse had spent about 9K on high priced prostitutes that I would be ENTIRELY TOO BUSY throwing all his crap to the curb (Sanford and Son style) to put on pearls and stand next to him at a press conference with my "game-face" on. SERIOUSLY.
Things to DO before Spring Break DISNEY DANCE EXXXXTRRAAAVAGANZA:
Collect my sanity. I misplaced it.
Buy Spring-ish clothes. Currently, we are in a lurch of Levi's with holes in the knees, that are about six inches too short.
Buy Spring-ish shoes. Ones that I don't trip over and break my toes in. Seriously.
Convince the children that we don't need to stay in the Magic Kingdom for FOUR. DAYS. I think that would be PRINCESS OVERLOAD, people.
Buy the girls suitable travel bags. I think the "I'm goin' to Grandma's" died a few years ago.
Find someone to feed/water/pet/love/feed apples to all the animals.
Find suitable SMALL digital camera (note: this is a problem, because of my camera snobbiness) that can fit in my purse. No sense in lugging around my "other child". Donations accepted.
Collect all dance costumes, shoes, tights and leotards neccesary for preformance. See #1.
Clean SB's fingernails. Eww.
Clean out car to accomodate all travel paraphanalia, including fabulous luggage, children, and my nerves.
