At some point I woke up and my yard was more dandelions than grass. I know my neighbors hate me, but my lawn has not exactly been top of my priority list. I'm surprised we haven't gotten notice from our homeowner's association. I know if it had been Gene-Bob's association, I would have been strung up already :)

It was such a beautiful day today, I had to do something about it. After taking Matthew in for his immunology appointment (no changes really), I went by Home Depot and got three large jugs of weed killer. I took a break from work and sprayed one entire bottle on weeds around in the back alley. This was the kind you have to spray directly on the weed. I got around the corner where I could see the front yard and kind of said "Not a chance in hell". At lunchtime, I took the remaining two jugs back and instead got some concentrate and a 2 gallon sprayer. It's the kind you prime by pumping, turn it on and you can just spray your entire yard. I took a long lunch and sprayed the whole front yard. Hopefully, these things will die off and on Saturday I can go retreat any that are left. After that, I can put down another application of pre-emergent and see if that will be the end of it. It's been a nightmare this year.

I also think I'm the only person in existance who doesn't have tomorrow off. My kids do. My husband does. I thought Sun took every possible holiday, but they seemed to have missed Good Friday.

Oh - Rejoice with me!!!! As of Monday of this past week, Michael decided he was too big for pull-ups and would wear nothing but big boy underwear. He's only had one accident, when he was too involved in playing a game to get up and go. I'm so damn proud of him and it cuts the amount of pull-ups in half. Matthew has been doing pretty good. He stays dry most days, and has even pooped in the potty four or five times this week. He'll get there, it's just a REALLY slow process with him.

I certainly hope the weekend is as beautiful as it is now outside. Other than the spiraling sense of impending doom that probably means my anxiety meds need to be tweaked, I feel a basic happiness. Life is good.