Just finished up the last report for work. All the technology in the world, and I am still manually entering in sales numbers to an excel spreadsheet–when, if only the powers that be were patient, the system generates sales totals the next day. Madness.
I had a coffee at 10 to stay awake till now. To burn off the caffeine high, I will troll Facebook every five minutes to see if I missed anything, then off to Pinterest to see what the good Moms of the world do in their free time.
A sad day, my son informed me that his once favorite toys are now only “for babies”, and I can get rid of them. Is 3 too young to watch Clone Wars animations on Netflix? He can build star fighters out of mega blocks now and zoom them after the cat, so I figure, what’s the harm. But I feel a little pain when I look down the infant toy aisle at things he will never want again. Instead of binkys, I Shop for tanks.