A New Day

In which Breanna decides that it's better to become the Schedule Nazi of the house again.

First of all, here is a funny year-in-review by Dave Barry.  Since it's the season for year-in-review, and even decade-in-review stuff.  So make yourself laugh, so you won't want to punch all the other decade-in-review people who can only remember things that happened in the last three years.  You've got to love anything that includes the paragraph:

"In the Middle East, hopes for peace soar when Iran announces that it will allow U.N. inspectors to visit its nuclear-enrichment facility. Hopes plunge soon after when the inspectors report that they were taken to what appears to be a hastily abandoned kebab stand with a hand-painted sign that says ``NUCLEAR ENRICHMENT,'' as well as what the inspectors describe as ``numerous health-code violations.''"

So, getting to my day--we are on track, mostly, with our diet, although we had eggs with no porridge for breakfast because I didn't get us out of our jammies until 10am.  Which brings me to the main point of the blog today: schedules.

I like them a lot.  I just sometimes forget to like, actually use them.  I normally have a functioning Non-Written-Down Schedule, but occaisonally that all goes to crap--like when we are returning from a week-long trip, all sick, and used to flinging toys with wild abandon around Grandma's house.

Here is my schedule.  For now.  I think it probably needs to be tweaked.

Cheers,

Breanna