We all survived the first day of school--me included. It seems like the first day has rolled into the second day a whole lot quicker than years preceding. Yesterday I heard rustling in my bathroom at 6am, this morning 515am. Yippee-ya-hoo zero hour begins. Although M has her own wheels now to drive herself and the neighbor girl to zero hour; someone still has to get up and make lunches. I know some of you are saying pack the lunches at night. I just can't bring myself to make a sandwich the night before and then think it has to hang around in a messenger bag all day, growing that much older and stale. Fresh, I like the girls to have fresh soft bread.
I am told today is going to be another recess weather day sent from heaven. Any outside temperature under 90* constitutes a Jesus loves me. Tomorrow the weather man is predicting a visit from the devil. Which means only one thing in my book--wearing shoes that allow my feet to breathe. I try my best to
That my friend is what makes for a tired mom with building assistant happy feet.
Tomorrow I will wake and it will be another day in Punxsutawney. Two down, 174 more to go.