New Tires for Work - and a day of earning 'em

So this morning, after rolling grudgingly out of bed and rousing my troops, and feeding said chilluns breakfast, and making sure said chilluns had lunches and snacks and signed planners, and dropping them all off at school, I stopped off at the hospital. There was said to be a shoe sale, sponsored by the gift shop (which means payroll deduction! Yay!!), where one could find high-end work shoes.  I've been wanting a pair of red patent leather Danskos for a long time, having fallen in love with the first pair (a much more subdued flat burgundy) I owned...but whenever I'd been looking for them, either couldn't find them or couldn't justify $125 in one fell swoop.

But today, friends, today they were to be mine.  Sitting there on the top of the stack, they called to me from across the room.  Unable to resist their siren song, I moved past rows of Alegria clogs (Fugly!!) and rubbery crocs-like clogs (comfy, but also highly unattractive) and there they were, only three pairs left and one of them my trusty 39.  I slipped them on and they felt like home.  I put them aside, entertained the prospect of buying something a little more sensible-looking... and entertained the thought of not buying any at all... And then said the hell with it and marched to the register.  The gift shop allows one to apportion large purchases over several paychecks, so these won't even hurt too much.  And they're mine!!!!

I went home and snuggled back into bed, to finish my half-assed night's sleep...got up at eleven... and when I remembered my new kicks I was so giddy about them, I turned into a whirling dervish of coffee (which reminds me, the new Veranda blonde roast from Starbucks is SO YUMMY!!) and Adderall-fueled productivity.  I spent a while cleaning the kitchen sink (giving the FLYLady way a spin, google her if you're unfamiliar):

Did some laundry, did some dishes, made Scott breakfast, read the paper, did some more laundry, made some rice krispie treats, picked up 3 of the 5 kids... Got Scott ready to go to work and got him out the door...

Shortly thereafter, delivered stat coffee to him, then went home and gave both of the boys a haircut.  Fed all of us dinner (leftovers, albeit something everybody *loves*, loaded baked potato soup), made and went through some multiplication flashcards with the boys... went to a Cub Scout leader planning meeting... immediately thereafter delivered code-3 burgers & cokes to Scott & Boomhauer (giggle)...

Then home and onto the next task of the night, perming Hayley's hair.  It's been a long time, but I used to perm her hair, and mine (before I was blessed with a freak non-reversible hormonal curlifying while great with KJ), so I knew what I was doing but it still took a long time.  

Seven bucks, three hours, and 72 rollers later, she was a curlyhead.

  But my greatest feat of the day?  When all the kids had gone to bed, the kitchen sink still looked like this:

A task for later this week:  cutting, cooking, freezing, doing whatever the hell to this giant Hubbard squash I was too intrigued not to buy last week when they were on sale.  

That is all.