Taking the day off

From writing. I did some editing, but I didn't work on my OEE.

However, I did torture my children and make them CLEAN the house. This included: Their rooms, living room, hallway, bathroom, and kitchen. We're also washing all the sheets and blankets.
WHEW!
Wore my butt out.
It's amazing what can *ahem* slide when you're otherwise preoccupied. I really didn't know lemonade could mutate like that.

I bought everyone flip-flops yesterday. THAT was a big hit. So I decided to even things out and buy myself a new CD. This, to me, is second only to a new book.
I purchased NOW 21. And I absolutely love it. However, the love is lessened somewhat by the children who ALSO love it and must sing the songs at full volume at the top of their lungs. Not to mention the concerts I've now been to.
Let's see. Last night I watched two of the chickens sing "Run It" by Chris Brown and dance accordingly. Then today I listened to baby chicken sing "Because of You."
And instead of seeing Trace Adkins' tall, hunky, OMG-self while listening to "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk," I now see children. This is so wrong. I'll have to deprogram myself when the kids go back to school.
You see, Mama needs her rich fantasy life. *big grin*

The chickens colored eggs. There was only a hint of bloodshed once. Too much "together time," I suppose. And now they're watching television.
Ahhhh, bliss.
And as my baby chicken told me this morning, "Happy Easter Eve."
Grins*