Monumentous Day

Hey kids, do you know what day it is?

No.

No.

NO! GOOD GRIEF, YOU'RE STUPID! How could you even think that?

It's 99 days until Esposo is done with school. NINETY NINE. As in, two digits. Three and a half months.

Also, I'm wearing new-old pants that fit as a result of this year's weight loss. They're five years old and horribly out of style, but then, if you know me, you know I don't give a rat's ass about style. I care about not having my ass hanging out in the wind. Check! Ass is covered!

AND, and yes, there's ANOTHER AND, Luke went to bed so easy last night I almost cried. Joyous, happy tears. We kissed Daddy good night at 7:45 and when I went to put him into bed, he actually pushed away from me to get INTO bed, where he promptly curled up with his blankets and I covered him up to no crying. So apparently, it only takes about five months for your child to learn to put himself to sleep. Even better news? He hadn't woken up by the time I left at 6:15.