1. Here we are sitting on the very last day of July. Less than 24 hours and we’ll be smack dab in August, then school, then Halloween, then I’ll be behind on Christmas shopping.
2. Yeah, I went there.
3. As if the last day of July didn’t already feel like being perched at the top of Busch Garden’s Griffin, dangling from your harness, contemplating the odds of passing out from a G-force drop – today is the anniversary of T-man’s birth. That’s right. T-man came crashing into the world fourteen years ago and I’ll tell you what…life with a teenage boy is just grand.
4. Don’t get me wrong, there are certain perks. You know who hasn’t brought up back to school shopping? T-man, that’s who.
5. I’m particularly enjoying this screaming-wildly, gaming-until-midnight, who-needs-food period of life. Bless.
6. On the flip side we’ve got Bear, the girl who already knows what color jeans she’d like to own this year. Bless².
7. We’re on a Madam Secretary blitz right now – thanks, Netflix – and it’s bleeding into real life.
8. They used one of those really cool at-the-table cheese graters (you know, like at Olive Garden) in an episode then in a bizarre twist of fate that same grater went on sale for Prime Day. Who am I to argue with fate? Or freshly grated cheddar. Or tax free shopping.
9. I’ve been enjoying a lot of shredded cheese. In scrambled eggs. On tortilla chips. In burritos.
10. Yum.
11. I found a frozen Twix in the freezer last night and it was like Christmas morning. Truly. The angels sang.
12. But then I finished it. Sadness and sorrow.
13. I gotta say, this Madam Secretary is pretty darn topical.
14. Opted for a power dinner – tortilla chips, freshly grated cheddar, The Best Taco Meat, tomatillo salsa, and sour cream. Words can’t quite capture the deliciousness.
15. Comfort food. Sometimes there’s no substitute.
16. I’ve got a hair appointment in the morning. Bear asked if she could come and that was a hard no. Sure, I could spend time feeling guilty for not letting my daughter tag along, but I told her this is My Time.
17. I’m choosing me.
18. It’ll give her more fodder for therapy someday.
19. Don’t say I never gave you anything, babe.
20. The fur balls are being super cuddly. After they come home from the kennel they can be a bit…clingy.
21. Clingy isn’t necessarily a bad thing until I turn around too fast and trip over the dog underfoot. This can mean several levels of bad.
22. Level one is a hurt dog.
23. Level two is a hurt dog and a hurt human.
24. Level three involves a hurt dog and human plus structural damage to the house.
25. I hope to never find out what level four would be.
26. We had a super fun convo at dinner the other night: the kids were talking about what they’d grab if the house was on fire. Let’s just say neither seemed concerned about me making it out.
27. But you can bet their phones and chargers would be safe and sound.
28. Bless³.
29. Does anyone else despise being weary? Tired I can handle. Exhausted, even. But weary feels like I’ve got cement in my bones and that feeling is muy mal.
30. I’m still kicking butt at Spanish lessons, in case you were wondering. Currently rocking a 38 day streak on DuoLingo. Whoop! Whoop!
All the happy faces at the end made this post for me 🙂
I DO get weary. I HATE it, of course. I had some rough/ too busy/ too sick weekends three weeks in a row and I found myself wondering why I was even looking forward to a weekend, and then I had a good one and the weariness dissipated. I hope you’re not weary now.
Me Time is VERY important. One day, probably after therapy and a baby or two, Bear will suddenly understand that 😉
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Oh yes, she most certainly will. I’m shocked at all the things I understand now about my own mother. What pulls me through is that I know down to my core that she loved me and knew I loved her, even through all my stupid mistakes. Bear will be the same one day.
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And the circle continues ❤
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poor Gracie. I hope you didn’t hurt her. Yanno, she’s there to protect you from Taliban members posing as cardboard boxes and the occasional, solely Al Qaeda terrorist posing as a tennis shoe. you’re lucky to have her.
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So, so true, Jim. She’s also doing an excellent job of protecting me from eating too many snacks (she’s faster than me most of the time) and whatever happens when you live in a pristine environment. We breathe in a lot of dog hair around here.
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sounds like a great summer, and #11, the twix bar discovery was awesome! i have to admit that i was talking about christmas just yesterday )
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Right?? In a house with two hungry-hungry-hippos and, you know, the guy who actually BOUGHT the twix so he knew it was there…that was Christmas miracle in July. (pssst — don’t tell anybody but I actually did buy a couple of presents on Prime day)
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Me too
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😆
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It sounds like you’re ready for anything. I think I heard September quaking in its boots. Bring it!
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Bring it then fling it against the wall, I always say. Or maybe that’s bring it then sing The Beatles while hiding in the shower. One of the two…
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