-Three weeks of soccer camp (Jim coaches high school girls) is kicking our family's collective ass.
-Week three of den remodel. Rest of house is like a ticking bomb of toys and extra furniture, threatening explosion with any false step.
-Am preparing for yard sale next week. WHY LORD WHY? (Because I want money to replace a loveseat in the den. And we are a bunch of smart, unAmerican stick in the muds who try very hard not to put things on credit. You know, except for when we DO. But we make an effort.)
-I forgot how much I hate PMS. Or how much PMS hates me, perhaps. Either way, it's enough to make one wish for pregnancy.
-Addy has taken whining to a whole new level lately, my WORD. I hate how often I hear my voice taking on its stern, no-nonsense-now-young-lady tone. I sound so old and grumpy. Like a... Mom.
Bonus Unrelated Anecdote: The other day, while pushing the kids around the neighborhood in their stroller, a car slowed down next to me. The guy rolled down his window and said, "Michigan? Really?" I should mention that I was wearing blue pants with Michigan written in maize on the seat. ON MY BUTT, ok? Which means, guy was rolling down the street looking at my butt? And stopped to chat with me about it? We don't actually live in Michigan, by the way. So I guess the sight of team related attire for said state confused/agitated this guy? But nonetheless, WTF? I shrugged and said, "My husband's family is from Michigan." The guy persisted to BADGER me about it before finally, after repeatedly getting one-word responses from me, drove away. Fracking people, seriously.