Sometimes I amaze myself. I am so smart, so brillant I could teach the smartest people ever. Today I am celebrating myself on my smartness. I didn't sit home and mope, I didn't let someone elses irritating behavior dictate mine. I came home from my genius trip out and set up my blasted good, no great plan. And now I am having a glass of wine to celebrate me. To celebrate how good I am to my kids and how silly crazy fun it is to be me.
So what is it that I am celebrating? Want to know why I am listening to pure peace and quiet and not screaming and yelling. Why my kids are outside playing like children from the 70's use to rather than playing video games inside all day?
I'll tell you tomorrow.
Girl Schmuck signing off.