Rotten

This week is shaping up to be a real dog. Nasty-gram e-mails from the ex, ongoing fight to keep my youngest home next year instead of his father's plan to ship him off to boarding school (more time for his golf and dating, right?), and it's finals week for the three high school boys.

And it's cold, windy and snowing. 

And did I mention that work is piling up cuz I've been so distracted by the battle against boarding school?

Ug. How many pounds of chocolate (dark with less than 65% cocoa, per The Plan!) and how many bottles of vino do you think I'll go through in the next few days! :)

Working so very hard to choose happy. How's your week going?