Woke up late again, bonus teen just never gets angry (should I say "on the outside?") so I was 30 minutes late picking her up. We had to physically wake the little. She didn't seem convinced about all the magic that the oldest left around. Man, second graders are savvy! Then we all went back to sleep. How's that for a new tradition? Later my oldest is making chicken casserole (tastes more yummy than the name implies) and my sister and her husband will come with my 2 nephews. They're supposed to come at 1:00, but it will probably be far later than that.

Much better than a week worth of panic and anger and a traditional meal at her house. Don't tell her I said so!