It's Monday morning.
I was in bed, asleep by 10:30 last night.
I never heard the alarm go off this morning. Part of Hubby's morning routine reached into my foggy, sleep-depraved brain about 30 seconds before he woke me up. (And I do mean "depraved". Some of the dreams I was having were seriously...odd.) When I'm more awake, I'll have to think of a way to pay him back for waking me up.
Good Lord, I'm tired folks.
Our Day out with Thomas the Tank Engine was pretty cool. We walked, 9,000 miles I think, and the kids didn't melt down too terribly. Part of that was in the timing. We left just at the right time. Long after I had run out of gas, but only shortly after the kids did.
We also discovered our digital camera may be working again. It was taking beautiful pictures all weekend, although some of the ones from Thomas turned out black. Interesting.
Ok, yeah, so I'm going to post this and get Buddy ready (little bugger is already up and smiley and cheerful), then wake the girls and hustle them to get ready. Then we're all going to leave here, go to our respective "day cares" (K's and work), and we're all going to have a lovely, lovely day.
Either that, or I'm going back to bed after dropping the kids off at K's.