Grace (and Hippo) is home from school today. Poor thing looks like Rudolph and has a cough that could clear a room. She is pretty miserable but keeps declaring sick days "the most magical thing in this world." Truth be told, it is pretty magical for me too. We've spent the last month asking the kids to stop being kids so that we could make this house look less like toyland for potential home buyers. Any time that Stella and Fella so much as touch a toy, we yell "if you get that out, you're going to need to put it away!" Not a bad practice but I've never really subscribed to the "put one toy away if you're going to get another one out" philosophy. I mean, really, how else is Belle going to drive her Barbie convertible down Lego Drive to the Fisher Price garage so that Buzz Lightyear can change the oil? Andy was a trooper and jumped right in Daddy's car to go to preschool and Grace and I are getting some much needed catch up time. We're currently on episode 7 of a Scooby Doo marathon (thank you Aunt Ashley).
Funny - with the house on the market, I thought that I needed Grace and Andy out of the house for my sanity's sake. I learned this morning that what my sanity really needed was being mommy again!
