(left) The master bedroom in my dream beach house. "Enjoy the journey, enjoy every moment, and quit worrying about winning and losing." -- Matt Biondi
Watched the Devil Wears Prada last night and ended up sleeping on the couch. I started off in my own bed like a big girl but had a hard time falling asleep. I find if I go to bed and fall asleep before Chris, I'm OK. If I go to bed after him, his snoring and heavy breathing keeps me up.
I don't know how it happens or why, but I have a TON of laundry to do. I did a couple of loads yesterday but the laundry room looks like the dirty clothes baskets exploded. I can't keep up.
No where to be tonight, tomorrow's gonna be busy w/ both girls having dance and both girls having softball games.
I haven't watched American Idol at all this year (actually, we haven't watched the last couple of seasons) but that one contestant's "stage dad" intrigues me. They said he kept water from the boy as punishment. I've been watching "I know my child's a Star" on VH-1 w/ Danny Bonaducci (spelling?) and those mom's have a one-way ticket on the crazy train.
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