This is Wonderfully Weird.

I'm experiencing something very weird right now. The plan for today was the normal plan--drive 45 minutes to drop the girls at their fine arts co-op and entertain the boys for 3 and a halfish hours while we waited for their classes to be finished.

But the local school districts are out today for President's Day. Harris was invited to a friend's house. Dan worked from home and offered to keep Beck so that Beck could take his afternoon nap. 

I. Was. Free.

Now what kind of terrible thing is that to say? I mean I love my kids. I choose to homeschool them. But I have just sat at a coffee shop for the past couple of hours sipping my bottled water and have gone through my to-do list and crossed thing after thing off.

Tax return approved, emails sent, Relief Society assignments completed, forms filled out, play tickets bought, rental cars priced, homeschool science classes scheduled, etc. 

I feel alive! I feel like I could run a marathon. Or probably just drive one.

We had our annual Valentine's Day party. We exchanged valentines with my brother Mark's kids. As always, we sent them some crusty and falling apart valentines, and they sent us amazing and beautiful presents. Thank you, Shayla, for continuing this tradition with me year after year though I'm sure I give you zero incentive to.

Speaking of having a bit more time lately, I'm very pleased to announce that basketball and wrestling seasons are both over. For some reason, I love signing my kids up for things, but love it even more when they are canceled or finished. Why don't I just NOT sign us up to begin with? It's a deep question, and the answer is: I'm not okay upstairs.

Aren't my girlies so cute and affectionate in this little impromptu team photo. My favorite thing about this basketball league is that the team photo session consisted of a bunch of us parents aiming our cell phones at the girls and giving the ol' click. No picture forms, no $45 for the smallest package, nothing. My favorite. Our coaches were amazingly nice and helpful to my non-baller girls, but of course that didn't keep me from razzing them about their Eagles allegiance when the Chiefs beat them in the Super Bowl. Zing!

And I will leave you with the disturbing image with which I was met whilst exiting my bedroom one day. This is Gwen. I was quite startled. I gasped at the sight of her, and then she whispered, "I. Am. Death."

The End.