It's 7:31 on a Monday night and my kids have not eaten dinner yet, and my youngest (whose bedtime is 7) is still awake. This is what happens when Girl Scouts is followed immediately by soccer practice. And when I don't realize that tonight's dinner recipe, which I thought would be quick, actually requires 25 minutes of baking. Argh.
Why is it that my two favorite seasons (autumn and spring) seem to be the shortest? I would LOVE a LONG fall. But it seems like fall has barely started, and I almost froze at soccer practice tonight. Little Guy and I ended up wrapped in the picnic blanket we brought to sit on.