We have two days of school left.
This really has nothing to do with probably anything else I may write about as I ramble on for the next however many words, but it’s my personal countdown.
TWO. MORE. DAYS.
Oh, but here’s something. Caroline has decided, with TWO DAYS left of school, that it’s time for her to take on a little more responsibility in the form of packing her own lunch every morning. This would have been a helpful development in, I don’t know, SEPTEMBER. But now it just kind of feels like she’s messing with me.
She’s also asked me why I never make her the delicious sandwiches like her friend brings every day. When I asked a few questions about this “delicious sandwich” it turned out to be peanut butter and jelly. And not even fancy jelly, like peach or strawberry. Just plain grape jelly.
I don’t even understand.
I’ve been trying to get her to be a fan of peanut butter and jelly since she came out of the womb. And now she’s decided I’ve been depriving her? Like I prefer the extra step of getting out the lettuce every morning to make her ham and cheese instead?
But now she’s going to make her own peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch. For the next TWO whole days. Power to the people.
On Monday night we went to go watch Gulley’s oldest son Jackson play baseball in the championship game. His team won on Saturday so only had to win this game to clinch the Little League championship. The games were down at the same fields that looked like a lake only a week ago and, other than the occasional breeze that smelled like something died, it’s amazing that they actually look like baseball fields again.
Jackson won his game while we sat in what I can only describe as a temperature slightly warmer than the inside of my oven. By the time we got home I was so hot that I reached in the refrigerator to grab some water and it didn’t even feel cold inside. I was worried our refrigerator was broken. And I can’t even discuss the clothes I had on. They’ll need to be burned.
And that’s pretty much what’s going on here.
So since summer is imminent and I now have all this free time before me that won’t involve making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, I’ve decided it might be a good idea to set some goals for myself. Because I enjoy setting myself up for failure and being able to look at a comprehensive list of all the things I didn’t achieve.
Here’s my list that’s subject to change at any given whim:
1. Clean out all of Caroline’s closets and drawers.
We have a large basket full of dress up clothes that still has some size 3T Disney princess costumes that I’m guessing aren’t going to get worn anymore.
Not to mention that I went to get something out of that closet the other day and it smelled funny. I’m a little afeared that someone might have left an old ham sandwich in the dress up basket.
2. Clean out the playroom.
Specifically the toy box that has become a makeshift Barbie graveyard.
3. Clean and organize the shelves in the laundry room.
Perhaps it’s time to move the Crockpot that’s still in the box because I pinned a bunch of things on Pinterest and HAD TO HAVE a Crockpot and then never got it out of the box all winter long.
And I bet Martha Stewart doesn’t store her painting supplies next to her self-rising flour. Nor does she have to cram in three bags of plastic eggs left over from Easter next to a box of Cinnamon Life.
4. Read at least five books.
I just thought of this one this minute. But it feels doable.
Or maybe I’ll just read twelve issues of People magazine instead. Whatever.
5. Not watch The Bachelorette.
This is one I’ve spent some time thinking about. I ALWAYS get sucked into the Bachelor because I am but a weak vessel. And I’m not going to not watch as any kind of moral stand. I just don’t really care who Desiree ends up with.
I mean don’t get me wrong, I think she’s lovely. I’d just rather devote my T.V. watching energies elsewhere.
Which brings me to…
If I were to have another child I would name her Olivia Pope.
And I’ll be finished with this goal by the weekend. Because I am driven and goal-oriented. And slightly obsessed.
7. Figure out my eyelash situation.
I realized this morning that my right eyelashes don’t curl nearly as well as my left eyelashes. I can’t figure out if it’s because my left eyelashes are fundamentally flawed or if I’m holding my curler different as I curl each side.
Or maybe eyelashes are the same as eyebrows. And as a wise blog reader told me years ago, you have to remember that they are sisters, not twins. No two are alike.
That’s some wisdom.
8. Eat a little healthier and keep working out.
I realize summer is a bad time to get too intense about anything. Which pretty much is life philosophy year round. But I’ve spent the last five days eating a bunch of junk and I feel gross. I need more fruit. Perhaps some vegetation, too.
And I’ve made so much progress at Smart Barre that I don’t want to lose momentum over the summer. This is going to be a little tricky due to scheduling and Caroline being out of school, but I’m going to try to make it work. Especially since I can make it through a whole class now by only whispering bad words every five minutes instead of three.
9. Get into my preferred schedule.
By which I mean staying up until 2 a.m. and sleeping until 10:00. It’s good to have at least one goal you know you’ll keep.
So those are some of my summer goals. What about you? Any grand ambitions? Small dreams? Hopes or plans? I’d love to know.