1. I didn't anger/alienate/enrage/or otherwise terrorize any of my coworkers.
|Happy co-worker Dan can attest to that.|
2. My husband, who I refer to using many different names--Hot Air Blair, Dr. InvinciBlair, and several other NSFW names at times--has been hobbling around all week with a swollen knee. I've been the ULTRA wife to him. Getting him ice packs (okay, bags of frozen peas), serving him his dinner, all kinds of '50's wife things that I never did before. Plus! I haven't called him any names this week! (out loud)
|WHOA there June! This week has made me want to bust a cap in someone too.|
3. Instead of repeating myself over and over and over and over in the morning and at night for my son to get dressed, brush his teeth, comb his hair, in ever increasing decibels until every kid in the neighborhood can hear me (and has dressed, brushed and combed before my kid), I've turned it into a game. I've played Simon says in the morning to make getting ready for school fun, and turned brushing teeth into a race against the clock. My kid is now down to 10 second tooth brushing. Yeah, I know, that's probably not a good thing, but hey - he's brushing!
|See! Look how good he does! (This is NOT my son's mouth.)|
I haven't worn red or yellow this week...unless you count the pizza sauce I got on my shirt Wednesday.
Overall - Amity success!