It is a crazy week....

We have a lot going on this week.  Taylor has a science fair board due on Wednesday which must be original in thought, well researched, and a "work of art."  We had piano on Monday and a three hour shopping trip with Grandma.  Torey has three performances of her fourth grade play, which require hair and make-up of which she is ecstatic.  (Which reminds me - Will someone assure Taylor that mascara does indeed go on the bottom lashes?  Thank you).  We have a family party on Wednesday, as well as basketball practice, a friend party on Friday, activity days on Saturday as well as a basketball game.  And then my dear friend, Alice, reminded me that Valentine's Day is this week as well.  So, along with all of the running around for birthday paraphernalia, baking, and preparing, I must also get Valentine's cards.  As I was contemplating a physical and emotional breakdown yesterday, lamenting the fact that I have no time to get it all done, the little cherubs came home and announced that their classes were having Valentine Box decorating contests and what could I turn out for them? Torey wants an I-pod shaped box which is easy enough, and the little man has decided that a box shaped like Optimus Prime's head will suffice.  Taylor has yet to decide, but she is thinking of something in any shape but a box, preferably rounded, and including paper mache, and by the way, hers came in last place last year and let's not have a repeat of that again.  I hate the public school system.  Reed, sensing the tension emanating from my every pore, and correctly assessing the precarious nature of my nerves, immediately came to the rescue with this suggestion.  He said, "How 'bout a boot"....

and yes... He was dead serious.  Sadly, there were no takers and his feelings will never recover.