It's over...now what do I do?

So tax season officially ended for me last night around 6:30. All the pressure, the stress, the constant worry about what I needed to get done before the deadline - all gone. So I woke up this morning, looking forward to just being a Mom again. Except I kept feeling like something wasn't right. Like I should have something I need to do. You see, I suffer from Post-Traumatic Tax Syndrome. It happens every time. With all of my free time focused on getting returns done, I have no time for anything else, no energy for anything else. Suddenly that focus is gone, and I am physically jittery from all the excess energy that has no where to go.

Well, I haven't had time to post, so here's what's been going on:

Nurse Hottie has settled on some sort of Celtic knotwork/design tattoo. He is constantly bothering, I mean, showing me different designs. At this point they all look the same to me, but my role as supportive wife deems that I act interested.

Thing One continues to have poop that amazes me. I know this because I have to see it every morning at 7:15 when my alarm goes off. The alarm sounds like this: "MOOOOOMMMM - I pooped! Mom! Mom! Mom!" If you're grossed out that I have to wake up to wipe his butt, then you don't have kids. Trust me, this is far better than the diaper days (especially when they were both in diapers). Anywho, back to the poop. It is huge. It has serious girth. He usually has to review it before flushing and decide what it looks like. Today it was an Anaconda. It's frequently an Anaconda, but sometimes it's just your regular garden variety snake. He's very proud of his poop. And apparently so am I, if I'm spending this much time writing about it.

Thing Two continues to give a rats ass about peeing in his underwear. He'll go for a week without an accident, and then piss himself three times in a day. I'm at my wits end with this process. He's 3 and a half. I've threatened, I've bribed, and I've basically given up. Thing Two 1, Mommy zero.

American Idol sucks. Okay, sucks is a bit much, but I'm bored with it. I am still enjoying Dancing with the Stars. I actually watch it because I love seeing the dances, as opposed to Nurse Hottie, who only watches it to see if Heather Mills' leg will come flying off. Oh, I also watch it because of Leila Ali's partner - he is H.O.T. And I miss Emmitt Smith (okay, so specifically I miss his arms - god I love strong arms).

Because it follows DWTS, I've been watching the Bachelor. This dude is about as cheesy as it gets. I really struggle with any man who sits around saying "I'm looking for my soulmate - I just know she's out there somewhere". Is this nice in theory? Yes. Are there soulmates? Yes. Is any man who sits around saying "I'm looking for my soulmate" quite possibly gay? Oh yes. This guy needs to stop sipping champagne, open up a bottle of beer and grow a set.