Important bits about my day so far:

I am eating Godiva chocolate raspberry truffle ice cream in between sentences right now.

We bought a new electric pencil sharpener last night. The children are awed. Owen has sharpened each and every one of the fifty-seven pencils in our house AT LEAST six times. I am beginning to wonder if it’s possible for my eardrums to actually burst.

The kids are far less flour-pastey today. They’ve been bathed more, which didn’t seem to help much, and combed, which helped a lot. There’s still some stuck in the little fine hairs on their arms up to their elbows. Maybe I’ll try combing that next.

I hear that it’s easier to parent in Canada.

I am eagerly listening for the mail truck to arrive today on the not-remote-but-not-likely chance that she’s bringing me a package. I love packages. Even if I ordered them myself.

I know someone whose toes have fallen arches. Or maybe just one toe, I’m not sure, but it sounds like it’s very painful. I’m now convinced my toe arches are falling, too, though I never even knew I had toe arches until this last weekend. I keep examining my toes and thinking they look a bit flat. Arch-challenged, if you will. (Because, yes, everything is about me. You have an injury? Hey, maybe me too! Oh, and also, I’m sorry to hear that.)

Owen is asking for the pencil sharpener back. I had confiscated it so we could have Quiet Time. With quiet. For a time. Time’s up.

Crud. My ice cream is gone.