Strauss and Sword Fights

It was 5:00 on Friday and I was in the slumps. The day, it appeared, was a complete waste. Somewhere amidst the doldrums I found a bootstrap and pulled on it. "This is not the way we are ending the day," I said and I began herding the children into the basement. We put on some Strauss, decked ourselves out in scarves and danced around the family room. Child #2 soon tired of dancing and disappeared into the toy room. Moments later, he was back with a wild look in his eye and brandishing a sword. He and I dueled and tickled and chased till both of us were out of breath.

Any day that ends with Strauss and sword fights is a good one in my book.

Oh, and I looked elegant wrapped in a pink sparkly curtain and headband bridal veil.

Happy Thanksgiving!