The kids are headed off to bed, and I've finished putting away the mess from dinner. Somewhere during the interminable wait for my husband to get home from a business dinner, I decided to write a blog post about back to school and my plans for school shopping this weekend and how my oldest daughter wrote a letter to her best friend including a drawing of what she plans on wearing for the first day and oh my goodness I am not ready for her to have fashion opinions and...

I did what any sensible mother would do and fixed a drink. And now? I'm a little tipsy. For those of you who met me at BlogHer - you already know that this involves lots of wooooo! and also lots of random hand gestures. My husband is bemused, but he's a lucky fellow. Really lucky.

I'm off to fold a load of laundry (wooooo!) and to kiss the kids one final time while they drift off to sleep.

Did I mention that the freaking tooth fairy forgot to come two nights ago when my son ripped a perfectly affixed tooth from his tender gums? She forgot, and the next night, came with not only a golden dollar coin but a pack of sugar-free gum, courtesy of the tooth-fairy's spouse, who was a little put out that La Tooth Fairy managed to forget to swing by.

She was tired, okay? I mean, JEEEEEEEZ. And in her defense, it was totally NOT anticipated. I mean, one minute the kid had a tooth, the next minute he had a bloody gap in his smile.

Apparently, the work dinner my hubs went to involved sushi, sake bombs and a live DJ playing some Prince that may or may not have been appropriate for a dinner crowd. His co-workers pointed this fact out, and he proudly informed them that I tend to retain lots of nasty lyrics to songs. I'm sure I scored major points with that little admission.

And now, I'm veering into territory best left unwritten - hah!