Glad I'm not alone in such silly conversational quirks.
Working on a posterboard thingie to mark as E earns back his souvenir money. This sort of thing is LONG overdue, as we'll set down what is expected on a day to day basis, and what extra things he can do. Extras will earn, and doing what is expected day after day after day will also earn a bit (b/c I like to reward being pleasant to live with...hey, why isn't Robert rewarding ME for being pleasant? ha ha). It'll be interesting!
I've now really started to do some jogging on the treadmill. Not much at one time, I'm definitely doing it in walk/jog intervals. But today I did an hour total on the treadmill, and half of that was a slow jog. Feels good.
And while I'm on the treadmill my brain is centuries away b/c I'm reading this sci-fi book by someone-or-other Hamilton, who has a very intriguing and complete view of what the future will look like. I'm not someone who considers herself to be a sci-fi person, but I sure do like his books! And maybe it's b/c in his future, people are "rejuvenated" and their DNA is changed to create the body type you want, LOL. None of this jogging nonsense! (not really true, they do keep fit, but they can start from perfection and just KEEP it)
Signed E up for his fourth session of ballet, and got to sit in his class for the last 10 minutes yesterday. Oh it's just so CUTE, to watch 6ish year olds dance! Augh I can't stand it! And he's signed up for the Y's BIG recital (at a proper theatre) in May (first rehearsal is on his 7th b'day!), so I'm thinking about ballet shoes, dance pants, etc etc, and it's making me all, I don't know...a little teary, a little excited, wondering what his future holds, all of that stuff. And kinda wishing my mom had let me take ballet; but she couldn't...I got such horrible awful nasty leg aches, it was just impossible to think about, even if she could afford it...she got the same leg aches as a child and did take ballet (and had the beautiful calves all of her life to prove it!), and she KNEW what she was talking about. Maybe I'll do what my friend did; a few years after her daughter started taking ballet, she started taking an adult class.

I can also take an adult gymnastics class, which would be fun. But first, all of this extra fat must be jogged off (since we don't have v-line DNA re-writing yet).
I put on the new clothes for Robert, and the pants already fit a bit better, which is lovely. He says they look nice, and if he's happy with them, then that's good. He's been severely warned that telling me the truth, no matter how much it hurts my feelings, is FAR FAR better than being a typical "no the pants don't make your butt look fat" guy, and then having me find out the truth later. I feel so fancy, having THREE pairs of proper pants instead of the yoga pants I've been living in (b/c I'm always on the way to or from the Y, so why the heck would I wear normal pants?).
Ooh, and now I could cut up the two shirts I've been wearing through (seriously, my "wardrobe" has been pathetic!) into dusting cloths, which can go in E's safe cleaning supply area to do his "extras"! That way I won't be tempted to wear those things again.
Not much about the trip, I know! Busy with the Y and ballet and his classes and homeschool and trying to get the house back in order after we were sick AND not to mention the inconsequential challenge of trying to reach the end of the internet, LOL.
But beyond finishing up the shopping and getting our rental car in order...not much TO do! The panicking has already started, as have the WDW dreams!