But in our humble abode, it's been renamed "Rump Day". At least for this week.
Yesterday, my Chicklet had the gym class from hell at last period. During which not only did she get boinked on the nose with a big ball (her pretty nose is fine)... but (and this is merely the only appropriate word I could insert and not me being a smartass -oops) she also went from the crouching frog position to a sitting position in Olympic record time.
So later this afternoon, we'll be making a car trek through snow filled, pot hole littered streets to go see an osteopath to have her very sore coccyx checked out. If she doesn't need valium after that car ride, I probably will.
How's that for her first day back from Christmas break? Oh Lord don't let it be broken...
“Well, after this I should think nothing of falling down stairs.”
- Alice in Wonderland