Same-O, Same-O, Only with Showings

We keep plowing forward one day at a time.  Timothy spent Saturday working on the downstairs bathroom and that is coming along.  We've had showings pretty much every day since our house went on the market.  This weekend we had four.  One of those resulted in a  family who wants our house but needs to work out the loan.  We'll hear about that tomorrow, most likely.  We have another showing tomorrow.

I am very, very tired of showing my house and it has been less than two weeks.  I want someone to buy my house so I can return to my natural state of sloth instead of this incredibly stressful state of cleanliness.

On Friday I picked up Megan's kids from school--except Myles who had somewhere to be--and dropped off the whole crew sans Harriet and Oskar at the dollar theater.  Danica babysat and accepted her admission and popcorn as payment.  It was so much fun!  Not that I saw the movie (Frozen--my kids had been begging for weeks to see it). I went shopping with Harriet and Oskar.  But it was still so much fun!!  Ever since I've been wracking my brain for legitimate reasons to pull my nieces and nephews out of school.  Granted, I only picked them up 15 minutes before school ended for the day, but it was still a bit of a rush to see their confused little faces and then ecstatic glee when they found out where we were going.  When Anders was running to my van he did this little hop of happiness that had me and Danica giggling.  Fun, fun.

What else have we been doing?  I've fallen into old stress relief habits honed to perfection during my college years and have been reading way. too. much.  Escapism doesn't work as well with six kids who  need their mom.

The van is experiencing technical difficulties and is currently in the shop.  The technical difficulties, sadly, are my fault because I aired out the van after Harriet threw up in it (did I mention we had a small flu epidemic?) and I killed the battery.  Oops.  There were some other things needing attention as well.

Hmm.  I can't think of anything else.  I hate daylight savings time.  The end.