So R had an amazing opportunity to take a class this week that will really help him in the DC rat race. This class, while great, is VERY demanding and requires him to be out really late every night and leave really early ever morning. Luckily the metro shuts down at midnight and he oh-so-lovingly doesn’t want his dear sweet wife to have to drive downtown in the middle of the night to pick him up in the big bad scary downtown DC, or he’d be out even later than he already is. So far, so good. All that to say, we are functioning on little sleep and even smaller amounts of quality time. Which we’ll get over, because it’s only 6 days. I had some very ambitious plans for my “free” nights this week, since I’m out of two large duties- making dinner and making lunch for the next day. And I don’t really have to be as on top of the dishes as I usually feel like I do. So, my slacker nights were supposed to result in the following outcomes:

1. Thank you notes done. (don’t judge me I’m WELL within the 6 month time frame my etiquette book gave me.)

2. Laundry completely done.

3. Sheets and towels changed out.

4. Meals for the next 2 weeks brainstormed and planned out.

5. Long runs every night after work.

Here’s the progress of my to-do list:

1. Well, I mailed some notes on Monday that I wrote this weekend.

2. Well, I did one load of essentials.

3. Well, I did change out the towels.

4. Well, nothing, although I looked through recipes today for ideas.

5. Well, I walked on Monday. Last night I worked late then had a friend over (totally worth dropping the to-do list!!!) and tonight I’m just trying to not scratch my eyes out due to the pollen in the air. Seriously, stepping outside results in at least 50 sneezes.

So my list is not going anywhere too fast. But there’s still Thursday night and Friday night. And maybe watching replays of the Royal Wedding on Friday will encourage my thank-you note writing. I’m hoping the last 2 nights will be much more productive than the first 3.

In totally unrelated news, here’s a funny nanny story. A little girl from down the street comes over to play a lot, and we love her. We’ll call her FN for “fun neighbor”, and here are some snippets of conversation we’ve had this week. Anyone who knows or has ever let their kids around me will not be surprised by the following sentence…

ME: That tooth looks really loose! You should let me pull it!

FN: I don’t know, I’m afraid it will hurt.

ME: I’m realllllllyyy good at pulling teeth. And it’s about to fall out. And THEN the Tooth Fairy will come!

FN: We all know that the tooth fairy is really our parents. I saw my dad sneaking in one time.

—-flash to me changing the subject as quickly as possible so that my nanny kiddos’ hopes and dreams aren’t ruined—-

then today..

FN: Why would the Easter bunny bring R jelly beans if he doesn’t like them? I thought the Easter Bunny was smarter than that!

ME: I’m not sure, maybe he knew you’d be over and that you would like them! (Expecting her to bust the myth at any moment)

FN: Well the Easter Bunny knows that I like Justin Beiber, so he brought me a Justin Beiber book!!

Really…which is more believable and less scary? A tiny glittery fairy that leaves money or a giant furry bunny hopping into your house? I’ll go with the tooth fairy any day.