And that means I am busy preparing my home for about thirty soccer players, parents, and coaches to descend upon us for one wild ruckus. Woohoo . . . End-of-Camp party at the Websters!
So, while I'm cleaning my toilets and vacuuming my floors (I know, my life is far too glamorous for simply one mere mortal to enjoy), I will be thinking about this article, How to Land your Kid in Therapy. Read it! Oh, and you'll have to excuse the F-bomb in the beginning.
Let me know your thoughts, and I'll blog more about it next week.
Oh, and have no fear, here are the obligatory photos of my wee-Websters.
Clean, my little minions, clean! Muwhahaha!
They can thank me later for not landing them on a psychiatrist's coach . . . tee hee!
Happy reading and wish me luck!