the Journey

M had to straighten out a love triangle in the lunchroom this morning. I wish I was kidding. C took a seat next to a girl from his class to enjoy his breakfast.  Due to the table configuration, there was no chair on his other side.  Upon entering the lunchroom, CB was immediately distraught by the idea of not sitting next to C and tried to pry a chair between C and the other little girl.  When it was evident that wouldn't work, she had a meltdown.  Over my son. Seriously. M came to the rescue and repositioned C so he could sit between both girls.  What. the. crap. I can't even imagine what drama we're in for over the next 20 years.  I'm crossing my fingers for a pro-longed adolescent awkward stage and hair that sticks up in odd directions.  I'm sure I can slip a few Ben's to the Optometrist to convince him that contacts aren't an option.  Same treatment for the Orthodontist.  A few extra months in braces couldn't hurt. Y'all think I'm...

Disclaimer:  I have not been purposefully neglectful.  Second disclaimer:  this is likely to all be random. Do you know what perfectly accents a crisp black pencil skirt, gray sweater, and black pumps?  Paint.  Paint left over from priming kitchen cabinets.  Paint that would not, could not, did not come off when washed.  I think it was in my hair for two days.  I'm starting a new trend, I've been dodging calls from Vogue all week. I left my lunch in the fridge this morning.  I'll spend all day thinking about the pasta salad that could have been. When I forget to put "Call SKBH" in my phone.  I forget to call SKBH. Our new house has a lot more area that the townhouse we've been occupying for the last year.  This means that when I'm in the kitchen and need my chapstick, I burn approximately 300 calories there and back.  I've just found my new cardio. I naively thought that a group of 11 kids could entertain themselves q...

This is what we've come to.  My brain can no longer create flowy paragraphs of wonderfulness, so instead, we'll just tick off some things I've been doing/thinking about. C at next to the cute girl at school again this morning.  I don't even know. Star 94.9 has changed up it's formatting and it is blissful.  It's good music, current, relevant, etc. but no trashy pop crap.  They play a little of everything.  So, if you see me cruising down Florence Blvd, belting it at the top of my lungs while having my own private dance party, just look away. I spent money on something today I never knew I needed before.  Boot straps.  As in, remember the stirrup pants of the 90s?  Well, now you can purchase a removable stirrup.  It's for keeping your pants pulled down in your boots.  When he reads it, this will also be the first M knows of said purchase. I'm fixing to make my eight move in nine years.  No one should have to pack up their lif...

Our theme for the next 11 days:  Finish. Finish laying baseboards, finish touching up paint, finish painting the kitchen cabinets/door/drawers, finish building the kitchen cabinets/doors/drawers, finish cleaning, finish installing appliances, finish packing (who am I kidding - start packing), finish my meltdown, just finish. Do you have a good picture of my current mental state, uh huh?  Also, my husband called me this morning after he dropped C off at school to inform me that C bypassed sitting by his best bud in the cafeteria this morning in favor of sitting next to a cute little girl.  What in the actual crap? There aren't enough caramel filled chocolate Dove squares in a five mile radius to dull the pain of that turn of events. Our theme after the 12th will hopefully shift to:  Breathe.