Tuesday is the day...

Tuesday is the day that I worked all day long to put away the same piles of laundry, shoes, books, and toys but have managed to make absolutely no difference.
Tuesday is the day that I woke up determined to start yet again on my diet, but have eaten so many mini bars of chocolate. Three Musketeers. Snickers. Milky Ways. Then I ate a large fry from McDonalds for lunch. I actually had to wash my face afterwards because it was so greasy. I feel so gross. I really actually wish I had eaten the healthy salad and fruit lunch that I had planned. It sounds so much better than all that chocolate and fries.
Tuesday is the day that I have gone from task to task, and have not completed any single task. I start to clean the bathroom, and then I get distracted by that pile of toys in the hallway. I am trying to put up a load of laundry, but then I start clearing out my closet for an upcoming garage sale. I can't seem to focus. I think I'll blame this chilly weather. Or my lack of sleep last night.
Tuesday is the day that I was thinking about the possiblity of going back to work next year, maybe just part time. Right as I was thinking about this, Jonathan said, I wish Daddy were the one that was here all the time and you were the one that went to work all the days. Because Daddy knows how to play my Gameboy and get me on the flying game and you don't.
Well, thank you very much Jonathan! If there was any way that I could make anything comparable to Dave is salary or benefits we might just have to try that!
Tuesday is the day that Anna made me crack up when she came up to me and said:
Why did someone have to take a picture of my butt?
(I guess she thought the rectal thermometer was a mini camera!)