Day 11

I have a million things I need to do before Scott comes home but I can't seem to make myself do any of them. Instead I took my kids to McDonalds again. This is so unlike me, I despise that place. But they love it and I am guaranteed at least an hour of no whining, fighting, crying or wanting to be held. I find a quiet corner booth in the playroom, pull out my iPhone and surf the web, catching up on the blogs I haven't had time to read the past few weeks, all while sipping on a diet coke. That one hour of doing nothing is worth the $8.50 I pay for those greasy Happy Meals.