A {Sweet Shot} before the Crazy

Last night as DK hugged me {Hahh... I like the sound of that}, I rambled on about the hectic schedule that awaited me the following morning.  

Fix breakfast, clean, schoolwork, lunch, bring Nator to scouts, bring Gracie to park, pick up Nator from scouts, hurry home, snacks, get crunchy clothes soft for dance class, bring girls to ballet and tap class, rush home {hopefully} in time to meet the Sears guys with my. new. dryer!!!!
{java-lujah!!}  

This would be the reason for the 'crunchy' clothes.  The girls have already requested re-washing the line-dried-crunchy towels when the new dryer gets here.  Spoiled Skin.  Can't blame them. ;)

Oh... and I need to somehow think of something for dinner other than frozen pizza and take another trip to the library to pay for the book Gracie somehow glued shut as well.

I know you want to hear DK's response to my tasks for the day...  He said, "Don't worry.  I'll take a day off and take care of all those tasks for you.  All you need to worry about is being on time for the appointment I made for you to get that facial and pedi that has been on your wish list.  I have everything under control."

Wait, what?  That's not the way I remember it!  I mean, I'm sure he would do that... if he could {right, hun?}.  But we live in this lil' thing called... reality.

He simply smiled a sly smile and said...

wait for it...

wait for it...

"Well, I only have to help stop one of the biggest national disasters in America."

How do you top that?

Crazy oil disaster.

With my quick-witted charm, I said, "Well, it's not like you're having to suit up and swim to the bottom of the ocean by yourself with a big cork!"

We both got a good laugh out of it.  He is simply on the tech side of everything... Which is a task in and of itself.

So... before the day really takes off, here's a sweet moment captured while enjoying our eggs and pancakes this morning.

This was the moment right before Mama had to spoil it by saying it was time to clean up the loft.  I threatened to take a picture of that room and post it on the blog.  It struck fear in the lives of a ten and eight year old.  I mean, I don't want the Sears delivery guy to trip on Webkinz world that has seemingly exploded all over the floor.  Oi.

And, yes, I must confess.  Photographically speaking, this would win no contest... This, too, is another all-cell-pic-post.  If only my iPhone had all the features of my Nikon.  Now that would be sweet!! ;)