So but really, was 2016 THAT BAD?!

I'm at that part of moving where a studio apartment and one box of books looks appealing, unrealistic but appealing.

I always give up most of my social media for Lent, but with the election, I finally got fed up with Facebook, so for the tail end of Lent, I'm giving up Facebook and hanging out in this lovely, civil, election free social media zone with all of you wonderful people instead. Sanity now, please.

LOVING the Vitamix!! Now we are all out of bananas, though.

Three more days until break. Lord have mercy. I am so burned out.

Uttered from my mouth, "If you go put on deodorant, I'll make you a snack."

Rain, baby, rain!!! I only hope it keeps up all weekend.

Sun, sun, go away! This native PNWer is positively wilting and besides, I have woodwork to paint.

I've finished writing my newest book!

Mental health day in which mental health=clean and organized house.

EXCELLENT NEWS! The baby's test came back and he does NOT have that awful degenerative disease! We are so thankful!

DS9: "I think I've come to a decision. I'm not going to be a cannibal after all." Me: "I think this is a good decision for the entire family."

Monday cannot get here fast enough. Please let this be benign.

Vegan eats, historical fiction to watch, and homeschool planning. Does it get any better!?

The lunatics are in fact running the asylum today...

We are officially on two week break! I think I am happier than my kids. :)

Note to self: A couple of 5 second pulses on the Blendtec would have been fine for gazpacho. 20 minutes to clean up my kitchen after that explosion.

There is a dart gun battle underway in my front room and I'm taking fire. Some gun control legislation may be in the works.

I just spent the last hour cleaning our fish tank, and smell of fish tank. I can't figure out if I should take a shower now or just wait until I get the garden weeded... Today is just gross all around.

So many times as parents we worry about training our children to be polite, sit quiet in worship services, etc. However, I have added another training success to the list. My kids have helped me clean the house to 80's hair band music so many times that all I have to say is "Guitar solo!" and whoever is holding the broom immediately flips it sideways and jams out complete with sliding on their knees across the floor. That is what you call successful parenting.

My children are declining to do school today because they don't "feel" like it. I'm wondering if my play should be (i) "I beg to differ" or (ii) "OK, let's scrub toilets for eight hours." I'm going to sip my coffee for a few minutes and let them think I'm actually considering their demands.