Maybe I shouldn't have said that I think my children should know that I'm fun. Because I'm really starting to wonder.
Today, we went to the dump. As much as I LOVE standing in the bed of a pickup truck and hurling random things off into a large pit and hearing them fall with a satisfying crash, it shouldn't really be on my list of things to do while on a vacation from children.
But even better than the dump, I sent the minivan off to the spa for an oil change, tire rotation, and I know, hold your breath -- an inspection. An overdue inspection, no less.
Please, I know that everyone wishes they could be as exciting as me. I shouldn't even tell you the other things on my list - but because I'm vindictive like that, I will. I'm going to hang curtains. And then get the girl's room ready to paint. Don't punch your computer screen with insane jealousy. I promise to give lessons on excitement to the first twenty callers.
Rounding out the top five should definitely be Cleaning The Garage: Land of but-I-might-need-that and Nation of just-in-case.
Hold me back.