No School Zone

Monday morning and no school. We have the entire week off. Veterans day then school conferences, which I'm actually not dreading this year. I feel so accomplished today. My kiddos played the entire day with their neighborhood buddies and the rain held off so they could be outside. Bikes, blades, costumes.....! It was great. I never even made it out of my jammies today (embarrassing moment to follow! Trust me it's a good laugh). That said, I got more done today than most. I didn't have to go anywhere and didn't! I carried my coffee with me throughout the day and I just putted around my house, cleaning as I went along. In doing so, the house looks remarkably better. I didn't move any mountains but I did get some hard work done.

So we were just finishing up dinner. Veggie soup and grilled cheese, YUM! There is a knock at the door. As this happens at least twenty-five times a day I did not hesitate to stop the kids from running over to the door and answer it. Remember, I am in my jammies, no shower, no makeup. I am still sitting at the table and they turn to look at me as if to let me know it's not for them as it usually is. At this point I'm trapped. The door is open and I can see that the person standing there in the darkness of my porch can see me. I'm doomed to answer it. I make my way over to the door and standing there is a VERY good looking man that I have seen through the years in different places but have never met and do not really know. He's noticeable though! He immediately recognizes me, not sure how, and asks how we know each other. I'm standing there in my droopy jammies, dirty from cleaning, no makeup, messy short hair, thinking how badly I just want him to go away so I can crawl away in my embarrassment. All the while my kids decide to perform the normal, mom's distracted so we'll be craziness. Of course a major crash ensues and the howling begins. Can I possibly be any more mortified? Please go away. Please let me close the door. He was still trying to figure out how we know each other and telling me why he was standing at my door. Please go away. Please let me crawl under my bed and die! I did manage to get him away and console my little injured racer. Looked in the mirror by the door and just had to laugh and think how sorry I was that that poor, innocent, good looking man had to be witness to such a mess!

Tomorrow morning we are going to watch our bear scout march in the Veteran's Day Parade. Rain or shine I've got to get a pic of that little man in his uniform marching in the parade. From there we start the trading off of spending the night with grandma and grandpa. They have been SO excited for this break and for this their favorite treat. We still have to juggle a few basketball time slots, a birthday party, grocery shopping and church. We get so much more relaxing time though. LOVE IT!

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