Maybe they should have held out for catching the Pooping Bandit red (brown?) handed. The suspected serial pooper was well supervised this week when two more messes were found which means that it’s not who we thought it was. Either that or we have a copycat pooper, but that seems unlikely to me. So the hunt continues. We only have 14 days of school left though. I’m guessing he’s going to get out for summer uncaught.
It’s 7:20 a.m. on a Saturday morning and I’m sitting here in my jammies, drinking coffee and eating Cheerios. I should be in bed, but I set my alarm for 6:30 to turn on the radio and see if Reagan’s track meet was going to be cancelled due to rain - it was - and then I was so happy about it that I couldn’t get back to sleep. It is nuts that I sign my children up for all of these activities, drive them to the practices and then hope the games/meets get cancelled. I like the
It’s 7:20 a.m. on a Saturday morning and I’m sitting here in my jammies, drinking coffee and eating Cheerios. I should be in bed, but I set my alarm for 6:30 to turn on the radio and see if Reagan’s track meet was going to be cancelled due to rain - it was - and then I was so happy about it that I couldn’t get back to sleep. It is nuts that I sign my children up for all of these activities, drive them to the practices and then hope the games/meets get cancelled. I like the
idea
of them being in sports, but the reality is that it means I have to spend hours in fold up chairs or on bleachers on the weekends when I have so much to do. The weekend really does need another day added to it. I vote for Monday. We would all be so happy to be staying home on Monday that it would take a really long time for Tuesday to become the new Monday, don’t you think?
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day and once again I didn’t get a card in the mail on time. Sorry Mom. For some reason, my Mom’s computer won’t let her leave comments on my blog. She’ll call me later and tell me that it’s okay, she understands, she knows I love her and blah, blah, blah. It’s not okay though. Seriously? How hard is it to buy a card and get it into a mailbox? It’s not like Mother’s Day is suddenly thrown out there as a surprise. There’s plenty of planning time and lots of cards to choose from. The Post Office has made it easy for me by selling Forever Stamps so I don’t even have the excuse that my stamps won’t work anymore. I am pretty much a loser. My sisters should thank me. They’re both going to look like excellent children tomorrow.
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day and once again I didn’t get a card in the mail on time. Sorry Mom. For some reason, my Mom’s computer won’t let her leave comments on my blog. She’ll call me later and tell me that it’s okay, she understands, she knows I love her and blah, blah, blah. It’s not okay though. Seriously? How hard is it to buy a card and get it into a mailbox? It’s not like Mother’s Day is suddenly thrown out there as a surprise. There’s plenty of planning time and lots of cards to choose from. The Post Office has made it easy for me by selling Forever Stamps so I don’t even have the excuse that my stamps won’t work anymore. I am pretty much a loser. My sisters should thank me. They’re both going to look like excellent children tomorrow.
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