Thunderstorms today gave me an excuse to be lazy. I’m a Pisces, so I really don’t need much of an excuse. I did vacuum the smashed goldfish crackers off my kids’ floor before putting them to bed, and washed dishes, but that’s about all I did. I made peppermint brownies. I read a book. I played online until the storm killed my internet connection. The kids watched tv until the storm killed the satellite, then they played and generally trashed the house. I had them clean their room and stuck them in bed, and now I’m ready for an unproductive bath with my book and some rum. I don’t think I have any mixers, but I’m Irish, so that doesn’t stop me.

Tomorrow the kids have their last full day of school, and in the evening their first gymnastics class. Virgos that they are, they said they couldn’t go to gymnastics because they don’t know how. I told them they go to the class to LEARN how, and they seemed to think this might be a viable idea.

So in the morning, I’m going to use my last morning of freedom to go dump some stuff at the thrift store and then go to Barnes & Noble and maybe to the used book shop too. Thursday is the last day of school, and they get out an hour early. This seems entirely pointless to me. Either go or don’t, none of this hour early crap. They only go three hours as it is, for crying out loud. Why even bother with that hour?