The first week of school was fantastic.

Here's the part where all the rest of the people who do this stuff too are going to start rolling their eyes:

The kids were well-dressed this week. No funny outfits!
We were on time. Early, even.
The lunches I packed were a) healthy and b) eaten.
All homework was done without a fight (which come on - FIRST WEEK OF SCHOOL. ALREADY?)
I returned about 700 forms to the school, and I think I did them all.
I actually talked to a few of my friends for more than a "Heeeeeey cute shoes!" flyby on the way to the car.
We walked to and from most of the week.

I know, I don't know why I'm making such a big deal out of it, but believe me - this part of parenting doesn't come natural to me. I'm not a planner, or particularly interested in things like schedules and rules, The fact that we had a good week because we followed a general schedule is mildly annoying to me. I am still clinging to the "flying by the seat of my pants" method, because there is something wrong with my brain.

That part of my brain says "WOOOOOOOOOOOO!" a lot.

It's Friday afternoon, and my kids are playing nicely while I wrap up a bunch of emails for work. My husband brought me home a bottle of wine, and I've got two full days ahead of me. What will we do? I have no idea. But I feel like we need to do something festive.