Greetings, dear friends. I’m in the middle of unloading from Costco, prepping our house for a week away, and getting stuff together for our trip. Is there a better time to write a new post? I don’t think so! All of the refrigerated stuff is away and I have to leave to pick a daughter up in a half-hour so what else was I really going to get done?
We’ve reached the point in the summer where two of our kids had dreads in their hair. I actually had to schedule our middlest to see her hairdresser because two sections of her hair required professional help. Super proud moments. Thought sharing them with the internet was appropriate. (To be fair to myself, her hair is crazy curly and we were trying to let her learn to take care of it herself. Too soon, maybe?)
I’ve had this back pain for about a week now that I’m fairly certain stems from carrying 50 or 769 bags up from our basement filled with trash and donations. I cleaned our things out last week when the rest of the family was either away on a service trip or in day camp. Also, wearing flip flops while I did it. Apparently I am reaching the age where I need to consider the support my footwear has to offer. I also bought a pair of capris from Costco today, and am looking into joining a Bridge club.
The main reason I’m writing this is procrastination. I am already in vacation mode. All that’s standing between me and our trip is 20 loads of laundry, three days of bored but lovable kiddos, and lots of telling myself the house does not need to look perfect for the family members that are staying here to help with Grandma and Grandpa while we are away. Let’s not talk about my silverware drawer or the cupboard with my pots and pans or the pantry. Okay? Great.
We’ve banned slime-making for a few weeks here at the homestead. I was outside tending to our Japanese beetle traps (which are a whole other story) when I heard, “Mooooo-ooooooom! K got slime on my ceiling!” That, coupled with a mess that was not cleaned up well, pushed the parentals over the edge. Our youngest has a creative mind that will someday be a delight but right now it is just making lots of messes. For example, the other day my husband found blue paint, body wash, and turkey lunch meat in a nook in the house that our girls call The Sister Fort. When confronted with these things, our girl confessed she was hoping to make Blue Turkey Slime. I have found all manner of half-made slime around the house and I feel like if I kept a closer eye on her she would be attached to my body. I really don’t know when she makes this stuff.
So, that’s where we’re at around here. Happy, tired, messy, imperfect, and ready for vacation. We’re almost there…