I love my best friend.

I woke up this morning, looked around at how much I had to do, and wanted to cry (I've alot of cooking and cleaning to do for Easter tomorrow.). The girls were already moaning about being bored (at 8am! I'm barely awake at that time, they have the energy to be bored?!) and I envisioned a day ahead of cleaning/kids making mess/cleaning/kids making mess/me telling kids to clean some of their mess/kids cramming toys under their bed. Then my friend (Also know as Sweet Wonderful Angel sent from the Heavens) called me and asked would the girls like to go out for the day! Yeah! By 11AM, two-thirds of my children were out for the day. It's half past one, and I already have so much done! Woohoo! Oscar (my son) is being a good boy, too. He's currently sitting on the floor dismantling an aeroplane (not a real one. A toy he got for Christmas. I think he watched his dad put it together on Christmas morning and has decided it'd be fun to undo all that hard work. Oh well, it's keeping him occupied).

Right, I'm off be productive some more!

Laters,

Crazy Mother