no t.v. week

What was I thinking? That pretty much sums it up.
During the long winter break, the boys became addicted to the television. In my defense it was freezing and half of the days were red air days. Sure they also were playing with legos or coloring along with the t.v watching, but no matter what they were doing, the t.v had to be on. So between parental guilt and a concern for their little minds, we decided to see if they could go a week without t.v. (yes there is some bribing) Now here is the what was I thinking part. Every single day has been a red air day. Not just any red air day, but the kind that you start hacking and wheezing just looking out the window. So that means no bundleing up and playing outside. (Monkey is mildly asthmatic and Z-Dog has been sick) Lego's are awesome, but they can only last so long. Books are there. Art projects get done. Fighting is often. There has been a swimming party in the giant bathtub every night (huge mess and soggy swimsuits everywhere) No computer or Wii too. There are only 2 days left, but it is the weekend. I just may have to go spend money just for a reason to get out. McDonald's playland is out of the question, gross. Hooray for Joyschool, 1st grade, dentist appointments, cooking class, church and institute. I have finished my book from Daddy Man, taught a friend how to make hair things, made some for my self. Listened to a lot of Pandora radio (mostly the Disney station), so there has been a lot of dance breaks.

A book lasts longer than a dozen roses.

My huzzy-bunz is amazing. I got a package in the mail today and it was a book from my favorite author that daddy-man ordered for me. Some girls get flowers (which I love, don't get me wrong), but my man buys me books. Now every time I read it, or rearrange the book self, (which happens a lot, I love organizing the Terry Pratchett books whether it be alphabetical or chronological or according to the characters, who knows I get weird ideas) I will think of that cute man. Plus I don't have to feel guilty for throwing away some dead flowers, or try to hang them to dry (which I can't stand) and let them gather dust. Unless he gives me alive flowers, I really like that too.