The phone isn't ringing off the hook.
The kids are getting along.
No one is pestering me to cook, they like oatmeal and ham.
He's at such a sweet age. (Minus when he turned himself into the Incredible Hulk one night when he was supposed to be sleeping!)
Tomorrow I go get Em from her weekend youth retreat, and I can't wait to hear how skiing, tubing and all that went. We're also meeting my friend Dave for pho.
Tuesday is another trash day, and it can't come soon enough!