Last night I was pooped. There is no nice way to say it. After having the garage sale and having guests…I was worn out. I put the girls to bed at 7:30 and headed straight there myself. I heard Adie going from my bed to her bed for about a 1/2 an hour and she finally landed in my bed.

Carl was out on a man-date to the movies.

When we all got up 12 hours later, the only thing that I found that Adie did was color on her dresser. Not bad for a half an hour of running around- nothing the magic eraser can’t fix.

Today I need to dig out of my house…I need motivation..something that I am lacking right now.