I am a girl with a positive attitude—a veritable Pollyanna if you will. I can throw this sunny outlook on even the most horrific of circumstances. Just this morning, I described our Viral Menace as the case of anorexia that might get me closer to my goal weight.  See what I mean?

Anyway, there was a period of time this fall when the weight of our schedules and school responsibilities and life responsibilities was dragging me down. “I am tired, worn-out, and used-up. I’m walking out.  Who’s with me?”  Nobody even looked up from their cereal bowl. Except for Steve, who responds with this little gem.

Steve’s reply after I crawled up the steps to see if he needed anything. To set the scene, an hour ago, he had dropped Ace off at his soccer game with the instructions, “You are going to have to find your own ride home because the plague is upon me, starting now.”  -Erin

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I have so much hair and shed so much that we gauge how much hair I clean out of the shower drain by what size animal it most resembles.  We have found that anything bigger than a ferret requires professional plumbing intervention.  Ellen

Soooo, in the beginning of the blog, I had this idea that I would give my family aliases, and because we are a small army, they would be military-inspired.  This is Steve’s response to my “Hey, I think I am going to  call you The Colonel. You know, because I am like The General.”

The kids have been pressing hard for a dog.  They have tried all sorts of tactics.  One day, they decided the age-old, time-worn classic whine was the way to go. “DAAAAAAAAD, we wanna a doggggggggg!!” This is my husband’s classic response. Erin

The key to coexisting peacefully with family on extended get-togethers or vacation is to make sure the adults get their beauty sleep. To this end, Steve and I take turns creating this particular brand of magic in these situations. The last time it was Steve’s turn, I nudge him up and send him off to make it happen for the rest of us. Biddie returns with this pathetic excuse. Epic fail.