So that is how I am describing the last month that I have been absent from my blog. I could go back and recapture all the funny, interesting, aggrivating, blissfull things that have but honestly, who has the time? Just know, school for Lexie got off to a great start despite learning that her elementary school was overcrowded and her class would be held a the school next to hers, with the "big kids". To add to the trauma, she has a man teacher (her words, not mine). Devastating. Whatever. We compensated the bad news by getting highlights, and lipgloss. It is such a girl thing. It worked. I escaped for 30 hours and went up to the cabin. Alone. Came home with purple stained hands ( huckelberries) and a renewed energy, which is just what I needed to clean my house after being gone for 30 hours!!
I am now in baking mode. Homemade lasagne (noodles included), bread, banana bread, sticky buns, cinnamon rolls, pies, cheesecakes, the list goes on and on. Back to school throws me into some sick Martha Stewart cycle that is horrible for my hips!!! Ty starts preschool after labor day. I am not sad. It is a relief to be at a point in your life that you appreciate that your hard work has paid off, even to a very very small degree. Like a few hours twice a week. I think I will try peeing with the door shut. Or making brownies and not sharing all the gooey batter left in the bowl. Maybe I will just sit out on the deck and not have to wonder what that clicking noise is. (Long story, just know it was not a pleasant revelation!!)
Wow, now that I am thinking about it, alot has happend. I will include tidbits where I can. Some of it is just too good to miss. I hesitate posting a huge long post this time because, although I would love to tell you all, I am seeing so many opportunities that need me right now. The garden is beckoning, the dogs playfulness is undeniable, the kids are giggley, and the weather is nice. Who can resist???
1 comment:
oh please don't talk about food anymore. I'm still dragging around ten pounds that I need about as much as a dead cat. Love your writing style.
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