Decompression...

Sorry for the non-posting lately. I have managed not to think about the bar for two whole weeks. It's fabulous.

Clean house, clean yard, clean kids, happy husband, happy kids.

My last day of work, Big J made me presents at daycare/school. One was a pearler bead "I love mommy" sign and the other was a watermelon-painted dish. She spent an hour in her room wrapping them carefully and the note that accompanied them said, "I love you mommy. You are the best mommy in the whole world. I am glad you are out of work."

Hee, hee.

Watching movies, gardening, reading books, entering cooking contests, lunch with friends, garage sale preparation, going to the gym, entertaining.... it's amazing how fun life is when you aren't thinking about the damn bar exam.

Got a gig doing marketing for a solo practitioner, and since I no longer pay for childcare, I more than doubled my net pay.

Aaaaahhhhh......

Dirt...

It's amazing how dirty your house is when you start to clean it and really start noticing how bad it has gotten...

It's like that hardware store commercial where the lady puts in a new light dimmer and then the bright light illuminates all the other projects that need to be done...

Yard... mess.
House... mess.
Kitchen... real mess, with ant invasion to boot.

Dealt with the ants today. Tomorrow it's moving on to the other rooms.

Even killing ants is better than studying for the bar. Isn't that sad?