I awoke at 8 and had my mind set to FINALLY tackle my 8 year old son’s bedroom.  As he was gone to school, I figured this would be a great time to trash stuff he has forgotten he even owns.

Question of the day- “How many motorcycle Batman figurines does one child need?”

Apparently FIVE.  No shit!  How does that happen?  I took to the dump (yes we still have those here in the country) five huge bags of crap.  Go momma!

Luckily, the 12 year old doesn’t have nearly as much to go through.  Is that good or bad?  Poor kid.

Happy hump day peeps.  The afternoon delights are a huge bonus to this unemployment.

Word!