First things first, the boys go back to school today. Theoretically they’re supposed to get themselves up with their handy dandy Lego alarm clocks they received for Christmas, but I’m not sure how well that’s going to work out since the trial run last week resulted in me jumping out of bed, running across the hall, and fumbling in the dark for the on/off switch while they snored contentedly in their beds.
New Year’s Day I practiced going the extra step all the way to the outlet mall with Mr. CPQ and the boys. I typically go on a spending freeze in January, but always give myself a day’s grace so I can hit some after holiday sales. The Croc store had a BOGO on their shoes, so I bought JJ some new fuzzy lined ones for winter (because he refuses to wear socks) and got a new pair for Tommy because his feet are officially bigger than mine and he couldn’t wear my old ones.
We’ve been painting. The carpet comes tomorrow (and the skies parted and the angels sang Hallelujah) so we took advantage of not having to use drop cloths to spiff up the boys room and paint the dingy hallway walls and paint over the scuff marks in the room which used to be the children’s play room and which now is back to where it belongs as a formal dining room.
Nothing says “atmosphere” like the epic battle between the Rescue Heroes and the Decepticons depicted in crayon next to the china hutch.
I’m eating out the pantry this month. It’s something I do every year to make sure things don’t get hidden in the back of the freezer and it’s an easy way to save several hundred dollars by not shopping for anything other than fresh veggies, milk, bread, and eggs. I’ve got thirty days of dinner planned, and I think I’m going to blog it later this week if for no other reason than to assure my mom that I’m feeding the children something other than peanut butter and jelly and Skittles for the next four weeks.
My hair is beyond atrocious, so if you know me in real life, please know that I am CALLING MY HAIRDRESSER TODAY to schedule an appointment. I’m going to do the walk of shame and go back to my old guy. I was annoyed that he went up $5 on his haircuts, but my hair has never looked the same since I left him and he’s the only one who knows how to thin this horse mane of mine without leaving me looking like a scarecrow.
I know I can find $5 somewhere.
Maybe the kids can eat peanut butter and jelly an extra day or two……
Have a nice day.