Joy of joys!  My salsa class this evening was a much better experience than my hip-hop extravaganza two embarrasing nights ago.  I have a confession to make.  The spandex I referred to in my previous post...well, they are my absolute favorite maternity pants.  Please don't fall off your chair laughing at me.  I realize that my baby is almost three years old.  I adore these maternity pants.  I will not let my husband throw them away.  And, yes, now I am even working out in them in public places.   But, never fear.  Once I get totally ripped with abs of steel, etc., I'll burn them myself.  And that's a promise.  Right now, I don't have a "6-pack" - It's more like a keg.  It was all for a good cause, I assure you.

Speaking of the good cause, the kids were completely adorable today.  Nothing in particular.  Just because I'm their Momma and I said so.  It was unusually cool this morning and I decided to mix things up for school so we started with their verses for AWANA and then we worked on an art project from our Atelier curriculum -- which I really, really like.  The lesson for today was to paint a "Good Morning" picture with tempura paints.  It was a lesson in self-expression.  Their work always surprises me.  I should post their pictures here, maybe tomorrow.  They also did all their independent studies followed by lunch and 1 hour of silent reading.  I forgot what book Liv is working on but Bailey is finishing up a Hardy Boys classic: The Missing Chums.

Lunch was a fun recipe from a book given to me by a friend.  It's called Pizza Dogs.  You take cresent rolls, and roll up hotdogs with a little bit of pizza sauce and mozz cheese and bake them 375 for 15 min.  The kids really like it and I serve it with some kind of fruit and milk.  Of course, I don't eat hotdogs.  Yikes!  I am really into delicious gourmet creations, but the kids won't touch it.  The dinner table becomes a warzone and that's just no fun.  So back to the hotdogs....

Oh yeah,  then onto salsa class and then the kids' choir practice.  When I got home, my husband told me to go read my email.  He had sent one to me for our 16 year anniversary.  It was the sweetest, dearest note.  I sat here in the dark office with only the computer light and bawled for a good long time.  He came in and caught me typing my reply with tears all over my face.  He's a wonderful man.  (So that's the "tears" part of the sweat and tears title)

Well, my aching muscles are calling for bed.  More later.