High: I woke to my nine year old’s face staring down at me, giving me the smile that I knew meant he wanted to crawl into our bed. He ended up between us with a smile from ear to ear.
Low:The morning run was miserably hot. Seriously, is it January yet?
High: The boys went to open gym at our local gymnastics center. Drew and I went to the store to buy milk and other necessities, all by ourselves.
Low:The house was a mess, soccer socks and flip flops all over the place.
High:We used the rest of our boys gym time to bike to the local coffee shop for a few moments of peace.
Low: That ended.
High:The boys came back excited to play with our neighbor and ended up spending the afternoon playing between our houses.
Low: I had to make dinner.
High: I have a front porch to park myself when I want a break, I am here right now, keeping company with the cicadas. (Pretending I don’t here the loud whining inside.)
Low: Only two out of three start school tomorrow. I wish I could say I was happy to have a week alone with just one kid, but I’m ready for routine for all. We are much healthier that way.
High: There are several Trader Joe’s Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups hidden upstairs in our bedroom.
Low: There are several Trader Joe’s Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups hidden upstairs in our bedroom.
Time to just go have one. Or two.