TGITh

I only have to wake up at 6:30 for 2 more days....I cannot freaking wait. On Friday, we're becoming that house--the one with the curtains drawn and all of the porch lights on until after noon. You'll pass by wondering what exactly goes on all night to warrant such late morning behavior. Let the neighbors talk. We won't be able to hear them sound asleep anyway.

In honor of my anticipated morning freedom, I just loaded the back of the car to the the top with baby items for Goodwill. I figured I need to make room for more mess.

Since Thursday is officially our last day of school, it is only fitting that it is also the beginning of our new summer tradition of Thursday Happy Hour. Actually, we have an official name, but it's a little PG-13, so I'll refrain from announcing it to the entire planet. BUT, we plan on getting together every Thursday this summer at a different person's house for cocktails and appetizers and general grown-up talk. Grown-up talk while dodging the 30+ sets of little ears running around during Thursday Happy Hours that is.

So just so you are in the know, ahead of the curve, all stocked up on the latest 411--Thursdays are the new Fridays.

At least this summer for some Catholic elementary school Moms.

You heard it here first.