I don’t have my wits about me to write proper paragraphs today, so bullet points it is, my friends. You’ll find that I’m on a roll with the things:
Yeah, that’s how bad it’s been. Someone please tell me that this process can happen without being so draining. Anybody? Anybody?
While I was scrubbing said force field, Saoirse sat on a stool watching me intently, while Quinn gleefully ignored my reprimands to get the heck out of the kitchen, instead hopping from one soap-slicked tile to the next, playing some sort of homemaker hopscotch. I think scrubbing the floor needs to happen more often if it becomes so novel it turns into a spectator sport.
That’s it! I really have nothing. Let’s see…um, nope, nothing. I took the girls to the park the other day? Nope, that’s not exciting, either. I don’t know, folks. I’m a stay-at-home mom. Some days are like that. The exciting happenings to me lately are that Saoirse has, for some reason, started using the word “quite” in her conversations, as in, “Mom, I’m quite happy that I got to paint today!” which makes her sound like an overeducated 55-year-old who’s flipping adorable, and Quinn has taken to hugging me around the leg, looking up with that dimpled smile and saying, “Mommy! I’m happy.” So there’s that. And I guess that’s pretty good.
It’s halfway through the first week of summer break. We’ve gone…