Not even a title...

I am seriously not kidding when I say I have nothing to write about.

If you think I'm kidding, then let me confess that I just wrote an entire post about pegboard. I'll spare you from it today, but it may come in handy later on in the week when I am, yet again, at a stand-still.

One day last week, a friend of mine offered for KitKat and Sunshine to come to her house to play with her little girl. This is a true friend as she invited both of the girls. And thereforeI had several hours alone at my house!! I was giddy with excitement. I have always said that my favorite place on Earth to be is at my house with my kids. But my second favorite place to be is at my house without my kids!

So you might be wondering what I did all afternoon while by myself.

And even if you're not, you're going to find out because-here's the thing- when you spend the majority of the day at home without kids and your house is already clean thanks to your dad for wanting to come to your house for Easter so you had to clean your entire house just days before, the truth is...there's not that much to do , and therefore not much to blog about either.

So I actually didn't even stay at my house. It was a pretty day and my neighborhood is so pretty during the spring that I thought I'd take the dog for a walk by myself. The kids and I usually take walks in the neighborhood, but it always seems better in theory than in reality. Can anyone "second" that? It seems like a good idea at the time, for the four year old and five year old to ride their bikes in the neighborhood. But them one of them falls, or one yells at the top of her lungs, "You never showed me how to stop my bike" as she heads down the hill. Or equally as bad,...when she doesn't have the strength to ride her bike up the hill, so you push her bike up the hill. And then you decide that it hurts your back too much to hunch over and push the bike so you decide to carry the bike up the hill. Or you encounter a dog and you can't decide if he's friendly or not and your kids pick up on your sense of worry and have a melt down and act like they've never even seen a dog before. Anyway... I'm obviously sidetracked.

So...I let the dog drag me around the neighborhood for about an hour while I tried to maintain some sort of dignity by pretending I always run at a dead sprint with my arms flailing wildly with my dog on the end of the leash.

And that's my post for today.

Yes...that's it. Really.

Here's hoping for another exciting week! Wishing you a good one, as well.