Happy REALLY new year.

It is official. It is 6:00 p.m. here in Buffalo and I've yelled at my kids, loaded the dishwasher, done three loads of laundry and joy of joy, took a nap. Officially, 2009 looks very similar to 2008. I had such high hopes. Perhaps after I put my three exhausted children to bed--two made it until midnight--and can talk to my husband it will look different. Maybe not--he seems to be nodding off as I type. I guess that means I can go read a book. Yep, still looks the same.