Dropping The Ball

 

I've lost control of most everything time and organization related these past few months. 

Okay...year. 

I can't seem to make myself go to bed at a semi decent hour (it's effing 1:11am, last night it was 2:30), the boxes in my basement are still loaded with stuff begging for a permanent home. I've forgotten about swim lessons and other important things repeatedly. I can't give anyone a straight answer or commit to anything. There's a lot of I can't, okay maybe, yeah, we'll see. In one ear, straight out the other.

Don't take it personally guys. It's just that my summers are sort of sacred and schedules are kind of binding. I do them well in the darker months, when that sort of thing is necessary, but these sunny days and breezy nights call for freedom. Sleep 'till 10? Okay! Cereal and popsicles for dinner at 9:30 at night? Nutritious AND delicious. You should see the ring of dirt around the kids' tub, it's proof of a summer well spent. Lately in this heat we've been laying low, and the Olympics are on which is you know - awesome. Last time the Olympics were on I was 10 months pregnant waiting for my Nub. And then he came a week early and we watched the last few days of competition in the hospital. He turns 4 in 14 days and heads to pre-school in September. 

Sunrise, sunset.

I think I can get with it soon, the program that is, but until then this works just fine.

I have a schload of work to do tonight but instead I'm browsing the internets and eating oreos because I am nothing if not productive I tell you. Sometimes one must decompress before one gets down to business.

Guys, I love you. All maybe 12 of you who regularly read these writings anymore. It's been a good time; 5 years and I doubt I'll ever stop just because the internet hath given me such a forum and as such I must go forth and broadcast my inner thoughts and outer workings. Except I hardly share my inner inner thoughts because they would probably terrify you all and certainly horrify my mother.

Here's what we've been up to lately:

the Nub drew me a picture of "a guy"... and then my heart exploded

the only working t.v. in our house is currently located in my bedroom, so this is where we watch the toons

every Sunday (it seems) I be making the caramel corn

on a related note, my weight resolution is not going so well

DON'T JUDGE ME

Not pictured but otherwise noted:

the pool, 3 sometimes 4 times a week

not finishing our yard, wheee!!!

eating copious amount of watermelon (copious is one of my favorite words)

trying not to kill Gus

and that's about it.

Me and my two sidekicks are constantly on the run and I just kind of love those little midgets. They make my heart go boom boom and I wonder all the time how I ever got so lucky? SCHMALTZ ALERT. 

And now, time to make the donuts.