you're wondering how my summer is going? well, thank you for asking. i'll tell you.
it's been fun. and by fun i mean exhausting. i'm dying. this has been the busiest summer and i kind of can't wait to not be so fun anymore. everything housework-wise has hopelessly spiraled out of control and is only getting more and more ridiculous. i'm really looking forward to getting back to mopping and vacuuming on a semi-regular basis.
i'm trying really hard to be a fun mom and a spiritual mom and a homework mom. add all those elements and you get schizophrenic mom.
i think the kids wish i would simply concentrate on being fun mom. they don't even care if i'm laundry mom since the big kids both really only want to wear old, gross clothes or dress up costumes. and babycakes is happy with a clean diaper.
i took a few shots of our most recent family home evening lesson. i think the big kids were really wishing for fun mom at this point.
the AGONY of a lesson about prayer.
reagan looks like he could be praying, but in actuality he was pouting about being asked to contribute to the lesson by answering questions.
feeling the love:
and these were their outfits for the library this afternoon.
on reagan: the grossest, rattiest shirt he owns
ripped up jeans in 100 weather
the stinkiest shoes ever to be forged out of plastic
on scarlett: size 3T snow white costume
pink floral sneakers
hair that may or may not have been brushed since we went swimming earlier today
i guess i am encouraging them to make their own sartorial decisions? or these creative experiences will allow them to base their self-worth on their inner beauty rather than their outer beauty? or they are demonstrating the 2nd law of thermodynamics or law of increasing disorder(i am homework mom after all)? frankly, i've no room to talk. i was happy that i moisturized after my 230pm shower after hitting the gym and swimming and lunching with friends. but no one forced me to put on the same yoga pants and t-shirt that i wore yesterday afternoon. that was my own disgusting choice.
and babycakes in her diaper. she still loves me. and she rolled over today. 4 times! olympic fever! plus, she's sleeping from 8pm to 8am. i'm glad i'm doing something right.