Happy National De-Lurking Day! Whoo-hoo! I'm so excited! Someone pinch me!
Um, Sorry. I got a bit carried away. But it would b awesome if someone de-lurked today. I love comments. They make me happy. Knowing that somewhere out there in the vast blogsphere folks choose to visit my tiny corner of the interwebs just makes me all tingly.
I have an announcement to make. The snow is officially over for the entire southern part of the state of Illinois for the remainder of the winter. How do I know this? We bought snow pants for #1 Son & B.B. today. That should seal the deal. We've never bought snow pants before. Our kids had hand-me-downs enough to keep them all dry & happy for the 3 days they used them each winter....until this year. And this year the snow just won't quit. So we snagged 2 pairs (they're HUGE!) in hopes that they'll get some serious use out of them before they out grow them...when they're 14 years old or so.
Today I tried something new. Husband and I blew through Wal-Mart like we were racing against Armageddon, came home, napped, and did my Zumba while the FarmHands were still at school. It's not really easy to do Latin dance aerobics with a 3 year old underfoot, but it's much easier than doing it with 4 kids lounging about asking strange questions the entire time. I kid you now, working out is like talking on the phone. They will ignore me for hours on end until I dial a number or boot up my work out on the Wii. Then it's, "Mom, can I have? Mom, can we watch? Mom, is this over? Mom, can I play? Mom, I'm hungry. Mom, I'm sick. Mom, the dog just ate my underpants. Mom, a horde of the undead is attacking our house." It's enough to make a girl scream...if she had any breath left after doing 20 minutes of Salsa.
Maybe I'll make a habit of it. Or maybe I'll go back to my regularly scheduled nap time and fight the approaching horde of zombies while keeping my heart rate over 120.