Wow, it has been busy lately. Today was our last day of summer so we had to cram in all the last minute shopping and appointments. I hate that summer is already over.
I’m always sad when school starts back up. I hate making lunches, driving to the bus stop, missing the bus and then trying to catch up to it and flagging it down so that my darlings can ride it the rest of the way to school and then getting a call from the bus barn to please stop doing that and feeling like a Beavis. I mean, hypothetically. My friend said it happened to her once and she was really embarrassed and stuff.
Just so that we are clear. I’m not a good mom, I just hate mornings. And the middle school bus comes too early. I also hate homework and reading calendars and keeping track of all the different projects and reading minutes and spelling lists and AR books or realizing in the morning that I don’t even almost have food for their lunches and having to send frozen corn and Cheerios for them to eat.
Who else thinks I should have five more kids?! Huh? Huh? Anyone?
That reminds me, on Sunday a lady I go to church with asked me when my baby was due. You can find her body in the parking lot dumpster. She had it coming.
Another question I keep getting asked is if I am done having kids. I don’t know how to respond to that. I said I was done after I had The Boy, so now people just snort at me when I say I’m not having any more. Why ask in the first place if you are going to snort at me? I wasn’t the one that brought it up, after all.
But, I’m pretty sure I’m done. Unless I decide to have one more, anyway. Of that I am 100% certain. I am definitely done, unless I have one more.
I might need another little girl in a few years. I mean, look at that face?! And Lydia’s face up there. I stared at Lydia’s second picture for about ten minutes and all I could think was, “That is the most perfect baby I’ve ever seen. I can’t look away!”.
Anyway, starting tomorrow it will be just me and these two little girls at home again. It is going to be awful… and then after a week, it will be the best thing ever. Even as lazy as I am, I am getting tired of trying to get my kids to do something other than sit in front of the TV. A magnetic pull between the couch and their butts has been getting stronger all summer long.
My family has collectively agreed that Kitty looks creepy in the last picture. I think they are just unaccustomed to her looking innocent for once. I think she looks as sweet as candy, but nobody else agrees with me. They see only evil. They know what she is capable of, I suppose.