Tracing the madness of the past week or two.

Last week I moved everything out of our bedroom so that I could tear up the carpet. (Thereby preventing a flea infestation.) This seemed like a good idea at the time, but really, it just made me so tired that by the time everything was crammed in the living room...


...that I couldn't even tear up a tiny little corner. On Friday, after several days of living like refugees, Steve made me the offer of a lifetime: if I took the girls to Boston for the weekend, he would tear up the carpet and put all our stuff back.

I swooned. Then I left all this: (that's Borax on the carpet, btw. It's supposed to kill fleas.)


packed up the car and took the girls to Boston! We stayed with one of my oldest and dearest friends in her adorable new apartment and had a great, relaxing couple of days.

First we went to the Boston Children's Museum:


For dinner, Lauren made us the hugest meatballs known to man and we just hung around. In the morning we had breakfast with more dear friends and my big little brother.

Then we went to the Museum of Science:


Finally we drove home, tired and happy on Monday night, and were greeted by this:

Hardwood floors! (Which was a surprise - when we bought the house last summer, the agent told us this room had plywood.)


And space! Beautiful space! I didn't know how much I missed it until it was back again.


It was truly a lovely weekend.

But then there was Tuesday. Ugh. Tuesday. It was just one of those off days in which I yelled too much and the girls and I all ended our day in tears. There's been a build up of stuff happening in my life lately: trying to find the right graduate program, adjusting to kindergarten and pre-school schedules, still doing my work, trying to write, keeping the house clean, juggling finances, you know, stuff.

Which brings us to the meme! The one I posted on Tuesday? Because I was just too overwhelmed to write a "real post?" I have the best readers ever. Seriously, I love you guys! I love the fact that you all refused to believe that someone as awesome as me could be the girl who let the cool kids copy her homework. Thanks. But actually, that one was true. The one that wasn't true was the four kids one. I'm done, so done. I love the two I have but... you know, there's all that other stuff. And we have a winner! Amy, from Milk Breath and Margaritas guessed right! You don't actually win anything, Amy, but isn't knowing you were right its own reward?

And I think that's about it. I'll let you know how it goes at Burger King next week, and leave you with some cowgirls: