July 9, 2013 by Heather
Parker ate some toilet paper.
Mayfield ate part of a crayon.
I ate cereal, twice. Also ate two thick slices of white bread. All of which goes way against my no-carbs-till-those-friggin-jeans-fit plan.
I never got out of my pajamas.
The dinner I had planned was never made.
I tried to pick a fight with Andrew.
Parker has a cold, I have a cold.
I didn’t water the flowers or the garden or finish weed-eating the backyard.
I did vacuum. And Parker overcame his enormous fear of the vacuum cleaner.
I’d say it was a pretty successful day, wouldn’t you?
Here’s to tomorrow, and to a hefty dose of Nyquil tonight. Happy Tuesday.