1. I got rid of more stuff for the 40 Bags in 40 Days challenge. I gave two shopping bags of Ellie's outgrown shoes to her classmate's little sisters. How on earth did a kid with only two feet amass so many shoes? (Some of them were Madeline's.) I also packed up a lot of our paper recyclables which I like to hang on to like they're treasures for some unknown reason and showed them the door. I'm very close to hitting the 40 bag mark at this point.
2. I made Irish Potatoes earlier this week and managed to survive not eating any of them, not even the dough as I mixed them. That ordeal was incredibly painful. Everyone I have given the tasty confections to have enjoyed eating them in front of me. Ugh.
3. I survived my husband's business trip last week, and his subsequent woe is me illness (strep throat). Can I just state for the record that I need a vacation? I'm feeling a little overworked and under appreciated these days. Sigh.
Bonus: Thanks to the nice warm weather we've had the past few days, I got to go out in the back yard yesterday while Bryan languished inside and clean up all of Oscar's "presents." Yessss! (Said in my best Napoleon Dynamite voice) This was prompted by the realization last Friday that a certain person hadn't been doing this job, after my dad tracked dog poo all over my kitchen floor and family room carpet. Talk about an appetizing pre-dinner activity. It's been a long week and I'm feeling a touch cranky.