That Time I Wrote A Post That Was All Over The Place

Ummmmm ... I missed yesterday. Oops.

30 Days of Blogging FAIL!

So, I guess, in order to make it up to the 2 of you that read this, I should write a lovely, poetic little something that ... ummm ... yeah.

I do not have a single thing.

Oy.

Hubby has been sick for six days. SIX DAYS.  That means he has been home. For SIX DAYS.

The poor man is climbing the walls.

I, on the other hand, have languished in the luxury of taking mid day showers, enjoying actual adult conversations, running childless to the grocery store, and all manner of decadent behavior.  Ya know, when I wasn't having my eardrum punctured and tubes inserted in a doctor's office, Followed by rushing home to get Hubby to a doctor and then medicating the snot out of him for the rest of the week.

Yeah ... so fun.

And the girls are flat out stir crazy from all of the NOT LEAVING THE HOUSE.

But, ya know, they did get to go school and junk.

Except when the bus went flying past the house ten minutes early without even slowing down to CHECK if kids might need a ride.  I mean, ya know, it was 32 degrees out there and the bus wasn't due for TEN MORE MINUTES, so why would the kids actually be outside?!?!  So, we went running out the door - just as the kids across the street were running out their door. I looked at the dad over there and we were all like "was that our bus?" "Naaaahhh, that couldn't have been OUR bus! It didn't even slow down!!" "No WAY that was our bus. It was ten minutes early!" "Nope ... not our bus. Let's play kickball with the kids!!"

We then watched as car after car after car drove past, filled with kids, backpacks and moms dressed in pajamas, sporting bed heads and mouths stuffed full of food and, in one case, a toothbrush. After a few minutes, we were all like "THAT WAS OUR BUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" So, ya know, we crammed our kids into our respective cars and sped off to school ourselves.

So fun.

And, just a side note to the mom who was wearing the very inappropriate nighty in the drop of line at the school (cause, I am SURE she reads my blog!!!): Sweet Girl, it is 32 degrees outside. THROW ON A HOODIE!!!!  Please and thank you!

And that is the end of my crazy rant.

Your welcome.

Oh ... and, ya know ... SQUIRREL!