{Einstein, a.k.a., the five-year-old, with "mommy hair"}
Sheesh, it's only Monday and already I feel like I'm just trying to keep up. Not a good sign, is it? Between a nagging cold (who has time for such nonsense!), a ridiculous amount of homework (I never thought I'd have to repeat 5th grade, again), and life in general...I'm wiped! The other night in the car on the way to meet friends for dinner the five-year-old had this to say, "Mom, I wish our car could fly and we could be the first ones there every time. They should make robot everything and then we could just relax and not have to do anything." Amen brother. I think the boy is on to something.
I should to take a cue from the wee philosopher and lighten up. Need to unload? Feel free to let loose in the comments. How's life?
