the second day in june.
Well.
We remembered that it was trash day during daylight hours.
We accidentally locked the dog inside the house and I had to drive in reverse on the driveway to set him free.
We took turns holding Maddox.
We had a fabulous Book Club at our favorite local pizza place.
(You guys. Start a Book Club. It’s so great. Really special times with your kiddos. Rare and sweet.)
I don’t know what else – I mean, at one point it rained. Mosely was bitten by a fire ant. Piper has a new loose tooth. The mint cookies and cream ice cream at dinner was stinkin’ delicious. No one wanted to sleep in their own beds again. The dining room floor has size one dirty footprints across it. The living room ceiling fan sounds like a train derailing. I forget every single day until it is bed time that the light in the boys’ bedroom has a blown light bulb. As does the upstairs landing light. Why are changing light bulbs such a problem to me?
Sometimes days are just days.
Does that make sense?
3 Comments
Lana
Yup. If light bulb changing were up to me they would just burn out one by one.
A raccoon decided to dig up my big pots with the tomato plants. He looked insulted when I chased him away.
We had 1 1/2 inches of rain in about 20 minutes. It was a monsoon.
laceykeigley
Love the glimpse of your day.
Sara
Just days-the good and the bad mix. The irritating and the small joys. Yes. Some mountains, some valleys, but most of life on the plains.
I would love to start a book club with Jasmine but am still trying to figure out logistics of Down Syndrome and typically developing…