So, I picked up my nephew at the airport yesterday afternoon. Naturally, I was an hour early because I forgot about the time change (again.) After a stop at the grocery store to stock up on soda, zebra cakes and cereal, we were home in time for dinner.

OK, he told me I look like a "soccer mom." Oy vey, I have not yet begun to process that yet. I don't think he meant it as an insult but . . . yikes!

This does not bode well for the next ten days. There will be no living with the girls when Josh goes!