Today we are celebrating our 45th snow day of the year. OK, perhaps it hasn't been that many, but it feels like it. It started out snowing this morning, but on my last trip to the house (to retrieve all of our play-doh) it had turned into a fine icy rain. ICE! No! Post-traumatic Stress! Anyway, I thought I would give you a little glimpse into my day thus far. I've cleaned and done laundry, and listened to this:
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OK, you get the idea. The only consolation is that there are probably hundreds of mothers out there today listening to the exact same thing!
Me
- Kirsten
- I'm a full time mom of 3 (ok, 2 kids, but I totally count my husband), maid, laundress, cook, etc etc and I also work as an administrative assistant part time. They used to be called secretaries but apparently secretaries didn't like that. I'm not sure why.
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I hope you did all that by cut/paste!!
...maybe the kids get out of school in time for the 4th of July....maybe.
I don't care if they don't have school tomorrow, they will be out there waiting for the bus anyway! Just kidding...but I am so ready for winter to be over, I have cabin fever.
If this keeps up, we'll be lucky to have any summer vacation.
That sounds just like my days!
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