Fluffimama here and today's post is brought to you today by coffee.
We are day 4 of me being the lone ranger herding the cattle. The first night was spent stuffing my face and recuperating. The second night was spent working hard copying down calendars, typing description and printing for our MOMs club meeting. Last night, I had big plans of reading. Fan fiction, my nookbook and a cosmo. I did none. Instead I dicked around on the internet until 2 am and then passed out in bed. At least I have my priorities straight.
Thing 1 & Thing 2 have GLORIOUSLY taken pity on their poor twitchy Fluffimama and slept in until 9am. At least Thing 2 did, Thing 1 had a fashion show in her room and will have to majorly clean her room for the second day in a row. As payment for my sleep, I am taking them both to see the new Winnie the Pooh movie. It's going to end badly. Our trip, not the movie. I'm *PRETTY* sure the movie will reduce my 26 year old ass to tears. The movie is 1 hour, 9 minutes and I am hoping to see at least 30 non consecutive minutes of it. Half of that will be viewed from the back of the theater near the door.
That's ok though, I'm ready. I've got my tissue ;)