As I write this, the kids are tucked into my husband's car to run errands. Thankfully, I was volunteered to stay home and finish my Friday crunch of work.
Earlier, as I fretted about banking and financing, which I've leapt into writing for the Greater Wilmington Business Journal, the kids donned Easter bunny ears and ran amuck. They were restless after a day of swimming and down time, which lead to watching Wallace and Gromit's WereRabbit movie. Aha! The rabbit ears, of course….
In between the excitement, Mac (4) managed to spill orange juice. Admittedly, as a 40-something adult, I should be aware that putting an orange juice carton on its side is an invitation. Or a challenge. Either way, Mac took up the task and spilled orange juice on the refrigerator, the floor, the crevices that we didn't know existed in our floor. (Now that Wilmaville has video capabilities, next time I'll make sure to post the wonderful video of the chaos that ensues as a four-year old cleans up next to his deadline-addled mother.)
My hands were sticky and I'm loving life.
Fortunately, we are meeting friends at Flaming Amy's, I have an extension on my banking deadline…and we have another quart of orange juice. This time, it is sitting upright.
Yes, it's Friday. I have bunny ears and I'm ready for the weekend.
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