Oh, my. One of those days. Chocolate helps.

Supplemented by more chocolate, a martini, and a sympathetic VH. Hang in there.

Well, since I’ve given up all simple carbs, chocolate isn’t an option. Guess I’ll have to have two martinis to replace the chocolate.

And a bubble bath. While sipping my martini.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Good luck, VK!

I say you supplement your chocolate-starved self with a Snickertini:

Vodka
Frangelico
Godiva chocolate liqueur

Shake with ice & pour into a chilled martini glass. Glass may or may not be lined with Hershey’s Dark Syrup, drinker’s choice.

Chocolate isn’t a simple carb…it, like most women, is endlessly complicated.

Hey, I’ve been sooooo good following my diet — and am seeing good enough results — that I just can’t justify derailing it for a drink.

So I did the next most satisfying thing: I declared this weekend the Belated Spring Cleaning Makeup. (Homeschooling took precedence over the house last spring — along with most days since — and it was really showing.)

I have a feeling the Big-Eyed Boy is going to consider school on Monday a lot more fun than cleaning house.

I know our three are looking forward to going back to school. I find the fewer hours they’re in the house usually translates to less cleaning needing to be done at the end of the day, but that isn’t always the case.

That’s true here, too. I used to be able to keep the house relatively spotless, have dinner on the table on time, get the laundry done before anyone ran out of underwear, and still have time to blog. Then summer came and things got messy but not so bad that I couldn’t put them back to rights within the first week of school.

Come to think of it, that’s about the only really good argument in favor of public school that I can come up with today.

Our 12-year-old at one point last year had a complete meltdown one morning when she couldn’t find any pants that hadn’t been washed within the last 24 hours. (By meltdown, I mean a literal, screaming, kicking-the-floor hissy fit.) She now does her own laundry, and the rest of the family teases her (she has two little sisters) about having a No Clean Pants Day if she’s a bit grumpy.

Fortunately she has a good sense of humor about it as long as we don’t overdo it.