After y’alls comments yesterday I feel like I need to try about forty-two different kinds of mascara. I don’t know how I’ll ever decide. But I’ll keep you posted on what I end up with and if I love it and adore it and have people stop me on the street to ask about my eyelashes.
Here’s how our week is going. Please lower your expectations.
On Monday morning we jumped right out of bed. Then on Tuesday morning we still managed to have a little spring in our step and were even ready in time to walk to school.
Yesterday morning we slept until the alarm went off. And I was in such a stupor that I walked into the kitchen, poured Caroline a bowl of Cheerios and then threw the spoon in the trash.
So basically we’re only three days in and I’ve reached a low.
Oh. And I also realized after I’d dropped her off that I forgot to pack her water bottle.
This doesn’t really bode well for the rest of the year. Or maybe I’m just having to readjust to a real schedule where we actually have to be somewhere at a certain time.
I spent most of the day running errands and ended up at Michaels. Which led to me feel completely inadequate because I see all these cute crafty-type items and think that maybe this will be the year I make some fabulous wreath for the back door or stack some faux bales of hay by the back steps with a wagon full of pumpkins, but deep inside I know it’s all lies. LIES. Because I’m more of a pay someone to make something really cute for me kind of person than a make something cute kind of person.
And even though I can find a step-by-step tutorial on Pinterest on how to make my pumpkins look like mummies or witches or preppy argyle sweaters, I tend to just pin those things as if that will make them magically appear on my porch.
So I left Michaels pretty much empty-handed. And certainly not any closer to coming up with a fall centerpiece for my dining room table. Any suggestions are appreciated.
(This should be the point in the post where you realize I really have nothing to write about if I’m talking this much about Michaels)
After I picked Caroline up from school we ran by Academy because she needed new soccer cleats since her foot basically grew two sizes over the summer. That’s not even an exaggeration.
We spent the better part of my life in the shoe aisle at Academy looking at all the various cleats. Because it’s not just about which ones feel the best, it’s about which ones look the best. And I appreciate that. I really do.
But for the love of all that is good and pure, just make a decision.
She finally decided on the pink and black Adidas. Which is when we realized they didn’t have her size. And so she ended up with some gold and white Pumas that I assured her looked “fierce” and she informed me I pronounced “Puma” the wrong way.
Why do you want to correct your mother who’s buying you new soccer cleats?
And then we bought a new pair of running shorts because that is apparently going to be her standard attire again this year.
Then I came home and took two Advil.
And that was our day.