Part of my deal for the week (I guess it needs to be the month) is that I'm switching to e-delivery of every possible bill that comes in the mail. And some of it is getting complicated because it's financial and I work in the financial sector and I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING AND I SHOULD GO EAT SOME NUTELLA AND HAVE SOME TEA.

ita, do you put recycling out? I don't know how it works in LA for apartment dwellers, but here I place batteries and lightbulbs in a ziploc bag on top of my recycling bin.

I love coffee.

Pete wants to be a morning person. He feels that sleeping late is wasting the day. However, he also knows that there is NO POWER IN THE UNIVERSE that will make me a morning person. Ever.

I'll try to take some pictures Burrell! Got any ideas where I'll find a sailor hat? I got a great navy uniform shirt (the blue wool one with the flappy neck) and a white skirt that zips all the way up one side (so the slit can be as long as you want!) at the thrift store, but still need a hat!!

Also: WHO WANTS TO EAT BABY TOES? Or, whole babies?

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I remember sleeping in. DH remembers it too. We last did that... 6.5 years ago. Before the arrival of our own personal, incredibly cheerful and insistent alarm clock. I'm still horrible for the first hour or so before everything re-sets, and coffee helps. But that first hour used to be something that wasn't 6am.

My recycling allowables list explicitly says no batteries. Someone left a car battery *beside* the dumpster for a week. Not sure what happened to it.

So I handled all my mail. Opened, filed, shredded, logged in and discontinued, the whole deal. It has added in no way to the mess of my apartment. This is sadly very rare, and I'm still playing catchup in the worst way. I have a huge bag of "to shred" and a smaller bag of "to file."

I also need to use that laundry groupon Kat tipped me off to. Gotta sort through the stuff that I don't want to wash myself.

Every time I get up to do anything, I make sure to put something away or tidy something. This shit will get done, I swear.

Where do I hang the NZ print? And what space do I leave for the Jamaican print my mother gave me for Christmas? That's still in my car, unframed, because I kinda suck...

In "we are parents of the year!" news, we trained all the kids to fend for themselves after the age of four or so, at least before nine on a weekend, when we didn't have a baseball game or something else to do. Left the cereal where they could get at it, taught them how to work the remote, and got to sleep a little bit on weekends.

We take our sleep pretty seriously. And no children were harmed! But none of them were really early risers anyway. I think 7:30 is usually the earliest now for Sara, and she's more than happy to amuse herself till nine.

I was a wackadoo early to bed, early to rise child -- like, my parents never had to give me a bedtime, and I generally woke up before sunrise. So the rule was that I had to stay in my room until my parents' alarm went off at 7 on weekdays. (I don't remember what the story was on the weekends.)

HKF responded to our statement that weekends should be different with a Maggie Smith / Downton Abbey "What is a... 'week-end'?" look.

Have you looked here , ita?