(7)You know that tingly skin, everything is a little out of focus, so exhausted you could cry but you can't because crying requires too much energy, feeling? The one you hopefully haven't felt since college and/or when your second baby was a newborn and you were trying to take care of a toddler at the same time and didn't know how you were going to survive? Well, despite the fact that I've sworn off school forever and do not currently own a newborn, that's pretty much how we've been feeling. What with two birthdays and our anniversary and plus Tommy trying to finish that dang demo guitar and then NOT finishing it and me having been severely not-sick on Monday...well, this week has been a blur. A mostly fun blur, but a blur nonetheless.
Anyway, do you know what is awesome when your week has been a blur and you don't really know what's going to happen next and it could go up to 90 degrees this weekend? For your air conditioner to stop working! You know das right, baby. Luckily we know our HVAC guy personally (remember last summer? Yeah.) and he lives down the road, so he's going to swing by later. But still.
(5)So what does one do for entertainment when one is exhausted and has no money and their house is back to being a disaster (sorry Fly Lady) and they are still in their pajamas because they got everyone else dressed and bathed and forgot that they were still in their pajamas and almost ran outside to open the gate for the meter reader guy but then realized it at the last minute and hollered for their husband but then felt really bad because they were also on the phone at the moment and accidentally hollered into the ear of their unsuspecting friend? That's right. Do a blog post!
Seeing as it's the first of the month, I thought I'd look at monthly statistics and see if there was anything interesting to share with you. And there is, which is this: people search for "cluckingham palace" to find me and I am a terrible, terrible person because despite my claims, we have not EVEN gotten around to painting our zero dollar chicken coop and bestowing its glorious name upon it. The girls did just give them fresh bedding. Does that count? Man, we are getting lame around here.
Except Cecilia. She is the opposite of lame. She is like a 7 legged acrobat these days. The child just turned 15 months old and is already scaling the dining room chairs and then standing on the table. Or the bookshelves. Or my dresser. Or the bathroom counter. Morgan at The Little Hen House is having the same problem. And so I says to myself, I says, "Oh my gosh, it's the chickens! Babies who grow up with chickens obviously like to scare the bejeezus out of their mothers and try to always have a busted lip and/or a black eye." Say a prayer for
those babies us mamas, folks.
The other day my 10 year old told me that there were days back in 4th grade that every girl was wearing skinny jeans except her. And I KNOW how she felt on those days. It made me sad. She just wants to be comfortable and wear the same three outfits over and over and not worry about fashion or boys or what's cool, but then she ends up feeling like a weirdo outsider. No me gusta.
What I DO gusta is that my cousin and his wife have several acres over in Howell, MI and they are having a big family 4th of July shindig tomorrow complete with horse riding and lake swimming and ATV driving and general summertime countrified merriment. Yeehaw! Now to convince Tommy that he really does need a break and that the shaky vehicle is not that big of a problem and that when we are on the interstate we can just drive in the slow lane with our hazards on and everything will be JUST FINE
Happy early birthday, America. Hope yours is a fun as mine was!