Dear Madeline, I’m so glad your birthday is over. Now if only Susannah’s was past, too. Dear Madeline’s room, I don’t know how I’ve managed to drag this re-do out for so long, but I’m pretty much over the whole thing now. (If only Susannah’s was done too…). Dear spring break, enough with the rain already! Dear husband, a week of Saturdays is always….interesting. Dear checkbook, if I could pick one chore to do itself I would pick…the laundry. But if you start balancing yourself that would be awesome too. Dear Jillian Michaels, I hate you. With a capital H. Level 2 of your 30 Day Shred is pure insanity. Wicked evilness, I tell you, WICKED EVILNESS. Dear Susannah, please stop burying your little sister under gigantic mountains of toys and blankets. Remember, unlike you, she has the muscle tone of a marshmallow.