It Could Be Worse. I Could Be Addicted to Crack.

This has been a long day. Looooooong.

Fiver had a bad day at school and I was on the phone with his teacher . . . twice.

Sally decided to forgo her nap and then took her resulting bad mood out on everyone else. (I have no idea where she gets that from!!)

Bun thinks it's a great idea to crawl over to our least stable piece of furniture, pull up on it, and then promptly fall over directly onto his face. Repeatedly.

Francie thinks she's fifteen. News flash: You're nine, sister, so get over yourself.

And Rob is logging late hours at the office tonight, so the bedtime dog and pony show is mine. And mine alone.

But this arrived in the mail today, and once the kids are in bed I fully intend to curl up in front of my latest guilty pleasure and get my geek on.

Even though it was a little expensive, I am impressed with what I have seen so far. I have all my most favorite pens and highlighters ready, and my hands are getting a little twitchy just thinking about filling in all my appointments, birthdays, and anniversaries.

Excuse me, I may have to lie down until this little head rush passes.

I know some of you have office supply addictions and you are feelin' me right now, but for those who think I am whack, I ask you:

What unusual thing calms you down or helps you unwind? What's your guilty pleasure?

(keep it clean, this is a family blog!)