Mac was off from school so that meant his room was filled with life...at least three different craft projects were going on while the constant thumping bumping radio reminded me that I really am getting old.
I reminded myself that vegetables aren't so bad as a snack. Especially when you put them on cute plates. I like to make up a little coleslaw dressing (mayo, a little sugar and a dash of cider vinegar) to help make a pile of carrots seem much more tasty...I snapped a photo towards the end of devouring the heap...
I gathered stuff to try to have the fireplace mantle looking a little more cheery when my in-laws get here...not quite done, but better than it's been.
We had dinner together...which we do most nights but we're often guilty of eating with the TV on (my mom is cringing right now as one of the cardinal rules I was raised with was no TV during dinner) tonight it was just us and the spaghetti. Which really is much better...as usual my mom is right.
Mac went to musical theater class and Sean and I headed out on a windy night to take a walk...which helped me brainstorm that whole grad school statement of purpose that is still waiting to be filled in on the application. I have everything else completely done except for this one thing. Of course I'm panicking and creating all kinds of unnecessary pressure. Need to get over myself and just freaking write.
