Well, the Winter break has plummeted to a close. I finally gave my Dad his Henry (see photos) and so now I can introduce him to the world. Henry, World. World, Henry.
This morning the kids went back to school and Tom went back to work. I go back tomorrow. In the meantime, there are pound cake crumbs on the floor, tired Christmas decorations on nearly every surface, sploobs of dried mud on the floor, and a mommy who wants nothing more than to go downstairs and play video games for a while. Again, Good Girl Day urges me to put on the yellow plastic gloves and tackle the cakey, sticky blue toothpaste on the side of the bathroom sink. Good Girl Day urgently points out that tomorrow I go back to work and tonight is wrestling practice. That vegetable soup isn't going to make itself. Company comes on Friday afternoon! The curtain rods need hanging in our bedroom since the old ones ripped holes out of the wall on Christmas morning! Go! Do!
Real Girl Day says, "Oh, zip it."
So, with nothing profound to say, no resolutions to advertise at the moment, no words of wisdom about self-control and self-discipline and all the key January words, I'm off to battle an imaginary snake or two.
Happy New Year.
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