We woke up at a reasonably normal 8:15a.m. I got the girls together surprisingly well considering P had a meeting, so i was on my own. We were able to drop M off at school (only 11 minutes late) and make it to Target, Michaels, a kid's consignment store to look for new (sic) swings, and to the park by 10:15 for B to have a play date with her two friends. It was gorgeous out- 65 degrees by 10:30! We played and played and played until it was time to go. We picked M up from school and met up with friends to then play on the playground for another hour and a half! We got home around 2:30- only to have to girls attack their new swing set with a vengeance! They played and played and played until it was time to leave for gymnastics. I dropped B off at the Y's child-watch for the first time in almost two years. She cried and cried and cried (approximately 27 out of the 30 minutes i left her- in which time i tried to record-breakingly run the outdoor track... only to have to respond to several seemingly important texts and answer a damn service call from the credit card company...) We picked M up from gymnastics. Made it home by 6- what did they want to do, head straight for the swing set! hooray! ran them ragged! they crashed like two big bricks at bedtime! hooray!
so, now why do i feel like i just ran ten marathons, when all i did was watch them play all day? i have no idea... but i'm beat! good-night to the action!
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