I am proud of you for doing all you're doing for others with the auction, all the time and effort it went into pulling that off, having to deal with the kids and find time for yourself. You do what you need to to get through certain phases. If that means paper plates, repetitive meals, and fruit snacks for dinner, then so be it.
I think my readiness level would be different if I were home with them all day. I'm ready in the sense that it's time for school to start according to the calendar but that's about it. I've bought a few uniforms but nothing else. No backpacks, no supplies, no shoes. They go back on the 26th, even the boy, all day to PK4. Between this weekend and next, though, I plan on getting the majority of their stuff (but not all, because we pretty much wing it supply-wise. The schools/teachers never send it home BEFORE school starts. It's like they want all the already harried parents to fight over highlighters and Staples brand $.10 paper.
I keep trying to figure out if you've given new meaning to ass out. Maybe not. But you've won for a literal example. And I'm giggling because I keep trying to keep Z from under my skirt/dress/nightgown because BUT WHY DON'T YOU HAVE A PENIS is on firm question rotation.
I've caught myself imagining that I am being watched, like any minute now someone's going to announce that I've been secretly taped on a hidden camera Arnebya Show (like Truman's, except funnier). It helps lots of times because it's my own internal shame device (Aw lawd, somebody saw me eat that chicken I dropped?). I don't WANT to yell. My mother yelled. I hear my mother's voice when I yell. And I cringe. I don't want my children to cringe, so I try to pay attention to how I'm feeling BEFORE I yell. It helps that my 3 yr old has mastered the hurt face while covering his ears. Makes me reasses pretty quickly because it literally, yes, literally, hurts me inside to see him make that face in response to something I've done/am doing. All of the kids bristle, actually. Maybe it makes me pause more when he does it because he's doing it already. I've already gotten him accustomed to disliking my yell. Damn.
My father visited recently and asked if we were expecting people. Um, no, why? Well, oh, nothing, just...I've never seen the table this clean. I AM WINNING AT LIFE.
I am so holding you to this, Rita! (and, just because I really like you, I am going to pick up all the underwear first).
Well damn y'all know how to make a girl feel good about her nastiness.
I joined Pinterest and left two weeks later. Ain't got time for all that pretty that I won't never ever do or make. And thank you. I do live. I'm glad that's what it seems like (even if it really is me just saying aw screw it, I'ma eat Skittles and watch Netflix).
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