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Project woman

The morning had me dragging myself out of bed, half stumbling, and throwing a sweater on to go down and make breakfast. Wednesdays are good and bad. Good because Krischan gets on the bus at 9:40 instead of 8:40, bad because Krischan gets on the bus at 9:40 instead of 8:40. You get my point.

I took one look at the living room as we were waiting for the bus and I started grumbling immediately. Always a mess, toys everywhere...so on and so forth. That is when I made the decision. I would put on my project woman cape and start a project that entailed all of the toys removing themselves from the downstairs and relocating into the child's room of ownership.

I put together my Arbonne energy fizz drink for that extra boost I would need and went to work. First task: Gather all the toys.


This was about a 1/4 of the toys I gathered and took upstairs. I swear they reproduce, so for every toy I grabbed, about 2 went into a bag for adoption.
Finally, after many trips up the stairs and the cleaning of a very messy boys room, all the toys are now in their place where they belong. Kadence loves that her toys are in her room now. Her and Jakob played tea a lot today.


Then, Second task: I felt like I was on a roll so I tried attempt #856 of my ooey gooey brownie recipe. Ok, attempt 4, but 856 sounds so much better.


I need to cut the caramel in half and the marshmallow fluff works great. (Thanks Denise! She is the brownie woman, as soon as she gets her blog up I will let you know. You will be in brownie heaven.)

Third task: Hang up the mirrors my mother made for the kids. Mirrors are always good entertainment. It was fun to watch the two of them fight over who got to look at themselves. Although I did have to keep putting it back up on the wall...


Then at dinner, adventure hit. I may have burned the rice to a complete crisp, but the roasted brussel sprouts came out divine! So yummy. And yes, the kids do love them. I found the recipe in everyday food, martha of course.


I think this is the most I have ever completed in one day. Project woman strikes again! or should I say that I hope project woman comes back again...real soon...

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