Seriously, what am I getting ready for?
***I should be getting ready for house guests and whu . . .whuuu . . .wiiinn . . .winter***
I woke up at 5:45 am to shower and get ready to talk to an automated man on the phone who hopefully had a sub job for me. The call didn't come.
So I then helped the kids get ready for school. Didn't do such a great job with Caden. Despite getting him up very early for the bus, we rushed around at the last second when I realized I didn't make him a lunch. We thew a cup-of-soup and package of gram crackers in a bag, gelled his hair down, and he took off out the door.
Now I'm getting ready to . . .
to . . .
hmmm, more cleaning and laundry I guess.
In the mean time I'll watch a little of The Vampire Diaries: The Complete Second Season and maybe read some City of Fallen Angels (Mortal Instruments, Book 4) on my Nook.
Now, do I clean in my yoga pants and t-shirt? Or get dressed. Its a tough one. Have you ever stayed in your yoga pants but never felt like you had energy? That is what happens to me. Comfy yoga pants equal sweet, sweet sleepiness. Relaxation.
Besides, they're so long that I keep stepping on them when I walk up and down the stairs.
Curse these munchkin legs.