I made it home yesterday afternoon just in time to watch my to-do list odometer flip from 999,999 to 1,000,000 things to do. My to-do list is magic, because every time I check off one thing, two pop up to replace it.
Maybe I need to stop checking things off.
I have a sinus thing going on, so I have to blow my nose every 11 seconds.
I yelled at the kids tonight because they were misbehaving at bedtime, and it took an hour and a half to put Jack to bed, but only 20 minutes after I finally broke down and gave him Tylenol.
We met with our life insurance guy today, and I think he is trying to sell us way too much insurance. As in, well over seven figures worth of insurance. How many kids do you have, and how much life insurance do you have? How did you arrive at that number?
According to the same insurance guy, if we want to have enough money to put all of our kids through a state school, like Purdue or Indiana University, we have to start saving $2000 a month.
If I had an extra $2000 a month lying around, I wouldn't live in this house.
We're absolutely screwed if they want to go to Notre Dame or some Ivy League thing.
I don't understand how we're ever going to be able to make college happen, ever.
I have already started teaching the kids that if they get (and use) a full ride scholarship to any university, Mommy will buy them a car. (No fair getting a full ride to State U, but then deciding that you want to go to Princeton, Prettybabies. That will not count.)
Mary Grace has already chosen a pink "hug bug" as her car of choice.
Her first report card, ever, came home today and it was excellent, so only 51 excellent report cards to go. (That doesn't sound like much - 13 years of school, 4 report cards a year, 52 report cards over the course of K-12).
I don't honestly know why I'm posting one sentence at a time today, it just seems like the thing to do.
My throat REALLY hurts. Whiskey is good for that, right?
We had breakfast for dinner tonight. Bacon, scrambled eggs/omelets, and pancakes. The pancakes were "dessert."
We also got the stuff to make caramel apples with Karen and her kids on Friday, but I couldn't find the sticks.
I can't believe I suggested an activity as sticky as caramel apples as a thing to do with 7 kids under age 6.
I think this sinus thing has gotten into my brain.
Talk to me about report cards, caramel apples, and life insurance in the comments. I'm going to bed.