Wake. Cuddle. Feed. Stretch. Wrap feet. Leave. Music. Walk. Drink. Walk. Drink. Walk. Sweat. Walk. Drink. Sweat. Hot. Walk. Drink. Walk. Sweat. Music dies. Swear. Walk. Drink. Walk. Return. Shower. Email. Prepare. Pack. Drive. Party! Eat. Drink. Make merry. Sun. Sick? Tired. Dehydrated? Drink. Swimming. Trampoline. Wild children. Rest. Drink. Examine feet. Wish I hadn't. Drink. Talk. Drink. Nibble. Gather. Drive. Return. Shower. Feed. Tuck in. Collapse.
Lemme tell ya, this summer vacation thing is no sweat. I mean, you sleep in a little (6:40... WOOO WE ARE REBELS), you run some errands, you go have some free lunch, you throw the kids outside, you yell at the kids to go BACK outside, you let the kids come in and then they fight and then you send them to their rooms for time-outs and then you have a nice cold diet coke with lime punctuated every five minutes with "NO, you may NOT come out yet!" and wonder what you're going to do for the NEXT two and a half months! (Hint: It may involve rum.) Oh, I kid. I'm a huge kidder. I haven't touched...
I made a critical error today. Today was too much fun for Monkey. Like, all-day-long bouncing happy shiny FUN FUN FUN. Which means that tomorrow, I am screwed. [Don't believe me? Here's what happened at bedtime: Monkey: MAMA! I LOVED TODAY! Tomorrow will be EVEN BETTER! Me: Um, well, I loved today too, Buddy, but tomorrow might be less exciting. Monkey: No WAY! Let's do it all again tomorrow! Me: We'll see. Monkey: Maybe we can do MORE! Me: *softly weeping*] So if you don't hear from me tomorrow, it's because I decided to take Monkey to Disneyland.... So tomorrow is Chickadee's last! day!...
(Almost.) You guys. YOU GUYS. I love you all. Bright, shiny Italian leather shoes (purchased on clearance) for everyone! I am so overwhelmed and THRILLED at the reception you gave Want Not today. It's been in the works for a long time, and I was sort of experiencing that whole "I've stared at it for so long I can no longer see it" phenomenon. And so I sent it out into the world last night and promptly FREAKED OUT, worried that my baby was loose in the cold, harsh world and a bully would shove her off the monkey bars. And what did you do? You patted her on the head and fed her cookies and...
I know this is going to come as a HUGE SHOCK, but I'm not exactly the most optimistic person in the world. I KNOW! I hide it really well. And you may be dismayed to learn I sometimes don't have that joy joy joy joy down in my heart, but it's okay. Do not fret. Because SOMETIMES, I wake up in the morning JUST KNOWING that today will be a Good Day. I cast aside my usual angst and embrace the morning. It's a new day; a fresh start; and I am READY. This morning was one of those days. Today would be the turning point. After a couple of weeks of ongoing suckitude, today would be the day I'd look...
Dear Chickadee, This week you have lied about all manner of things both important and inconsequential, insisted on wearing overalls two sizes too small to school, tormented your brother, and generally driven me insane. So it was with some trepidation that I asked you to put napkins in the lunchboxes, this morning, while I ran upstairs to get dressed. I cannot even explain to you how I felt when Monkey's teacher pulled me aside to let me know that you'd tucked a little note into his lunch. It is that seed of unbounded love that I pray will become the mainstay of your behavioral motivation. In...
[Well, except for this: And lo, on the third day, the water table did begin to recede. As of about 2:00 this afternoon, the pumps are actually removing water instead of just maintaining. I expect to hit concrete tomorrow. Never before have I been so excited by the prospect of seeing floor. I turned the pump off at 12:30 because I was afraid to let it run all night, and the water was down to half an inch. This morning? Four inches. KILL. ME.] Anyway. Hi! The kids went back to school today, so I decided to pretend Life Is Normal. After all, life IS normal. Right? Work to be done. Dishes to be...
If you are looking for cohesion, please move along. I seem to be fresh out. However, I have plenty of minty goodness to share. More on that in a bit. Onward! Start spreadin' the news Blogging for Books is back again and despite the rather disturbing imagery rendering it less a contest and more a strung-out junkie, there are PRIZES! Plus there's FAME! And... ummm... OTHER STUFF! Possibly! Maybe not! But definitely prizes! Go write an entry, and tell others to do the same. (Well, don't be bossy about it or anything, but you know.) I watch too much TV I thought yesterday's commercial was pretty...
Today was a whirlwind of tying up loose ends for work stuff, running last-minute errands, and laundry. Sweet merciful heaven, the laundry. It turns out that you can only sustain the cycle of "run out of clothes, do laundry, take clean clothes out of the baskets on the floor, realize the hampers are full again, do more laundry, wonder why there aren't any baskets, combine previous laundry into one basket and put new laundry in the other baskets, take clothes out of baskets, etc." for so long and then, eventually you find yourself staring down the barrel of a trip. A trip means that everything...