Great Zombie Jesus!

This week has been rather insanely busy. Last weekend, I did very little on my to do list, and instead of doing taxes or cleaning the house or putting pants on the kid, I caught an 18 month old as she fell off the top of a ten foot slide, and listened to her mother, who was 30 feet away say, “Huh. Didn’t think she’d go up there.”

I then found out that daycare was going to be closed on Good Friday, and that the school wouldnt let brandus have the day off to stay home with him. SO GUESS WHO DID? I am now completely out of sick days. I must make a note to remind myself not to come down with the plague or tooth decay or oh-my-god-i-hate-kids until we get out for summer break.

We’re on spring break this week, and are about to take our heathen selves over to someone’s house to have Easter dinner. I’m trying to remind myself that wishing them a Happy Zombie Jesus day would probably be considered rude.

After that, it’s off to Georgia for the week. Instead of packing kid’s toys or washing clothes or trying to remember if my parents have a pack and play, Im transferring important Japanese documents to my portable hard drive. And by “important,” i mean “vital” and by “documents,” i mean “television.”

I should also be feeding the cats or cleaning the kitchen or eating breakfast, but im much happier trying to decide if I should be taking Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon episodes with me or if i should just be taking the truly important things – like gay porn.