Okay, so can you tell I’m on holiday mode? That’s the “on the fence” issue for me right at this moment, 5pm on a Wednesday, when my hubby is off from work and my kids are off from school for two weeks. More on the fence issues: what time to eat, or nap, or wake up, or play, or whatever. That’s what time off is for, I guess. No homework. No rules.
We’ve come down to sunny Florida to regroup as a family from this 2009 year that has been… well… eventful. So besides feeling like the Grizzwalds sometimes, we’re actually quite good. Hubby hasn’t decompressed yet though, and was rather grumpy this morning, till he saw our friends. That loosened him up a little. He’s slowly starting to relax, so I’m happy for that. My kids are in heaven… making sand castles on the beach, and drinking enough juice to give me a diabetic attack. And I’m on the fence about what time, and when to drink. So I guess, life is good.
On this end, nothing much to report, other than, I cried when David Goldman’s son was returned to him. I was shocked when Britney Murphy died. And I read Tiger Woods is still having Woodies with Rachel Uchitel or something.