You will not, you will never

Day three of track-out, check.  For those of you who aren't familiar with year-round schools, it means you get to have three to four week breaks, once a season, all year long.  It's good for moms like me whose chests tighten up at the thought of someone giving me little people I passed through my loins and telling me I have to take care of them for three months straight.

For Keeps

So we got this couch.

It was a sleeper sofa.  It would fit in the playroom.  It was $100.

In accordance with the grand plan, I have been throwing away toys for the past year and moving those which I deem worthy from the playroom to the kids' rooms.  It all started with our Christmas party, 2010.  With fifty children on the guest list, I preemptively moved every last toy from the playroom into the garage.  You know, the place where some people keep their cars.

Candy from Strangers

Last Saturday, we packed the circus up and headed downtown to St. Baldrick's.  Eve was happy to wear her new shirt and pin to show everyone how much she appreciates their efforts.  And not just because she likes new clothes and accessories.

The Junk Drawer

If this post were a piece of my kitchen, it would be the junk drawer.  I love to keep lots of interesting things in my junk drawer: cell phones from 2005, coupons from 2008, permission slips from 2009, and twist ties.  I hoard twist ties and will dig them out of the trash can if you try to throw one away.  My junk drawer is a special place of non-related good intentions that don't always come to fruition.  Like that free tube of lipstick I got from the department store that I just know will one day look good on me, because a color called "Pervette" can't go wrong.