For the last 6 weekends we've spent our entire Saturday (9am - 6pm) out looking for a new home. Our landlords are coming back from Europe waaaay early, so we need to be out by the end of July. On average, we're looking at about 12-18 homes every single week!! Needless to say, it's been a thoroughly exhausting task.
Last Saturday it became obvious that our efforts we're beginning to wear on us all as we're cruising up to yet another random house in some random 'hood in some random town within 30 minutes of my work and the kids' school and I ask the kids (apparently, just one too many times that day) whether or not they wanted another snack (it should come as no surprise to any of you that I tend to overpack for our little outings and will do virtually anything to keep the kids' blood sugar level on an even keel).
So poor Santiago, exasperated with me as usual, says "No, thank you, Mom! I'm really full of it!!"
[And boy if he didn't hit the nail on the head with that one!]