But who is really counting…..hell, by the time I complete this post school will probably start in 10 hours.

We have crafted and cooked and watched and sled and painted and snuggled and read and pizza partied but it’s time.  It.  Is.  Time.  My pals need to go to school to be around their friends and tell their teacher about all my bathroom habits and what really goes on at home.  They need to have someone else tell them no for the next few hours.  I will miss them dearly but tomorrow I get to hang with my main squeeze – Abbott.  The Real Estate market is slow right now so I get heavy kid time.  One on one kid time is amazing and I looking forward to it more than ever with my giant baby.  We just sit around and smile.  That’s is what we do.  He is like Elf – smiling is his favorite.  And don’t forget he looks like a giant owl.  He has those giant eyeballs and can spot a dime across a forest or better yet a Target.  Maybe we will just cruise around Target tomorrow finding spare change.

We had great plans this am when we woke up….we were going to make homemade cookies and craft and NOT watch TV.  The reality of it all was that we sliced open a log of Pilsbury sugar cookie dough, sliced that log up, gave each pal a bag of M and M’s and let them go to town sticking them in the premade dough.  We baked them and ate them.  We actually pulled chairs up to the oven to watch them cook.  Hey, don’t knock it, it passed a good 12 minutes and it was nice and toasty.  Then we watched TV….a lot of it.  Oops.  We also ate chips.  A lot of them.

Cookie log time

We couldn’t decide what to do next and I was getting nervous we were going to have to come up with something productive and educational and then “ding dong” – the doorbell rang and they delivered my husband’s monster new snow blower which happen to come in a giant box.  Problem solved.  3 kids, one giant box…..hours of fun.  Sign us up.  They cruised a few hours in that box straight up until dinner time where I actually served their dinner.  Velveeta shells and cheese cleans off of cardboard quite nicely.   Who knew? Then they marched up for a bath and bed.  Not a bad day really, all things considered.  Not what we planned but I will take it.  That log of pilsbury dough is not half bad either.  Don’t knock the log until you try the log.  Now getting them up for school tomorrow after an 18 day break could be another story.

And if you need me tomorrow, my giant owl and I will be spotting dimes and smiling at Target.