With a week of nothing, I could spend some time blogging… But, nooooo… What is it about having NOTHING to do that makes you have so freaking much to do? Avery is in “mommy””mommy”mommy,” “play with me””play with me””play with me” mode and I am actually doing some stuff around the house. I manage to work it in on busy days. I need to sit my ass down and work it in on my “not” busy days.
AND if this child pulls on my leg one more time, I’m packing her up and sending her to one of you… Any takers?