Back to real life...

...which I do love.

After the busy, fun-loving 5-day (ok, I turned it into a week long) vacay...it was back to real life.

Today included an alarm, hearing the Today Show anthem, listened to a child describe how her grams make fudge for Christmas (I hoped some would come my way, but also thought of the calories), a cheer created at recess where it ended 'we like to shake it like ms. r. (hello, I don't shake anything, but I cheered them on), a salad for lunch, a lunch cut in half because I wanted to get an idea done, savored a firedrill with the beautiful weather and fresh smell of manure on the fields, chats at the printer, a text from my brother, from 3:10-4:00 (I ushered kiddos to Daycare, slipped to the library, slipped to church, slipped home, put things away, changed clothes, got gas, and met friends for a walk), Liz came over for a smodge-podge of dinner to catch up on our vacays, then it was bill paying (I wrote my first check for the mortagage), answered emails, and cleaning out/organizing life.

And, all throughout this, I've had this song as the soundtrack through my head.

It's not Christmas. It's too hot for carols...

It's...


Moral of the Story: Think of all the fun you've had with a red solo cup. I'm sure you'll smile.