It also means I shouldn't be blogging. So here are two pictures of Saturday morning pancakes instead of an essay about the mister's vasectomy and what it means for our family (coming soon, though):
Speaking of his vasectomy, he spent this past weekend recovering. Which means I woke up early on Saturday, made those smiley face pancakes - from scratch, natch - and then took P. and H. (who shall henceforth be known as Bo) to the dance studio all by my lonesome. Then I came home and handled ALL THE THINGS. It made me feel like a supermom.
What awesome thing have you done lately? Let's brag!