It’s 69 for old people.

Paul and I have settled into a disturbing late night routine in the boudoir. We fall into bed, exhausted from all things MOVING related. Then, one of us flips around in the bed and we each rub the other’s feet, while making noises that sound embarrassingly sexual in nature. To hell with sex, man. Mutual foot rubbing is where it’s at.

Sad, isn’t it?

All day kindergarten is kicking my ass.

And the asses of my children as well. Getting up at the o’dark thirty is TORTURE! The kids are so tired after being at school all day, they’re cranky and grouchy all evening. I’m dying. Dying, I tell you! But, it’s wonderful! The kids LOVE their new school and I love it too. I want to tell you all about it, but I just can’t bring myself to sit in front of this computer right now, when it’s Saturday and there’s a perfectly good couch for me to lie on right over there —-> Nope, can’t do it. Mama’s too tired!

But I will tonight. I’ll tell you all the wonderful and amazing things about their new school and how it’s rocking our socks off and how Pablo’s whole life is going to change as a result of going here. It’s all good, man.

In the mean time, I’ll leave you with this picture I took last night of the girls, because it cracks me up!