Whine: Please, please don't get strep Mols! She's battling a little cold, but fighting it off like a champ. Yesterday she came home from school with a note: "Your child may have been exposed to _______(there's a blank here where the teacher can fill in anything they want- a mouse? a Michael Bolton song? kids who say f-a-r-t*?) Nope. Strep throat. Well, it's not lice and I think that's my worse case scenario. So this is a thankful whine. Thankful she wasn't exposed to lice; whine that now I've got strep stress.
Wish: April would hurry up and get here! I have such a fun April schedule! Bridal showers, bachelorette parties, weddings, M's b-day (on Easter this year!), a couple mini-trips... not to mention I'll be enjoying all this in warmer weather! I have an additional wish to dominate my college b-ball bracket this weekend (does it just last the weekend? I don't even know. I'm a pathetic March Madness fan.) I have Michigan State winning it all (highly unlikely, but what kind of fan would I be to knock them out in the second round as I was tempted to do?) I should mention we aren't playing for money. My loyalty does not expand into the old pocketbook. (that's right, I said "pocketbook")
Woo-hoo! Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day! Wear your green, readers, or suffer an e-pinch from this blogging leprechaun! (gross. I wish I hadn't just called myself a leprechaun). Another woo-hoo: I'm visiting my parents, which means help with kids, free food, brand name hand soap, darker window treatments (that equals more sleep for me and the kiddos), and fluffier towels. Luxurious.
I love this ad. Please start your day with a Guiness tomorrow. Or, ok, a shamrock shake at the very least. Promise? Awesome.
*This is quite possibly my least favorite word in the English language. As far as I know, my girls have never heard it. They wouldn't know what it is. I intend to keep it that way.