Wednesday, June 29, 2016

The Abby Texts: Awkward

Abby: When someone donates Fifty Shades to the rummage sale ...
Me: Oh. My. God.
Abby: I know.

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Friday, June 24, 2016

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

No biggie, just a slight breakdown

School is out for summer and I'm having a bit of a breakdown because now I have a senior and a middle schooler and I'm just not emotionally prepared for either of those scenarios even though I knew this day would come eventually -- I have a very specific memory of when we found out we were pregnant with Johanna and we were laughing about "sixth grade and kindergarten. No wait, sixth grande and SENIOR!" -- and it just seemed so far out into the future, but here we are and you know what?

I so love my older kids, and I'm so happy with where our family is, but I would give (almost, let's not get too crazy) anything to go back and visit my goofy girls when they were, say, 8 and 2.

But I can't. And I really need to get my shit together and just accept that life is changing and it's okay, they're excited about this next chapter and I should be too.

I am not excited.

I will get excited.

Right after I cry a little more.

Metaphorically speaking. I'm not a cryer. I like to do my sobbing on the inside, it's just cleaner.

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Wednesday, June 15, 2016


Ooooooh boy. I'm sorry, you guys, I had no plans of letting this much time go by between posts. Having my zero waste project over at The Simple Year is taking up more time than I expected.

Although I am thoroughly enjoying it.

I'm trying to figure out how to sum up a month in one little update, and I'm not sure that I can. The girls are in their last week of school. Abby was elected ASB president for next year. I am having a breakdown because I'll have a sixth grader and a senior come Friday, and I'm not emotionally stable enough to handle that responsibility. Skilly is making all sorts of new friends now that the weather is nicer (or it WAS nice; it's freezing now) but is having a hard time not killing them (I feel bad for the birds, but not for the mice). I've been reading a lot. I'm making my own homemade deodorant now and it's awesome. I'm kind of tired, but I think that's the weather. I made sorbet out of gross canned peaches (they were too soft when I canned them) and it tastes like peach pie. Eric is terribly impressed with my abilities. And I also appreciate that he's accepted my zero waste craziness with total support.

Oh, and I just took my sorting test on Pottermore and I'm a Gryffindor, obvs, and my wand is ebony with unicorn hair, 13.5 inches and is slightly springy and flexible. Again, duh.

It's my wand and it's gorgeous.

Abby is a Slytherin and Johanna is a Hufflepuff. Both girls have 14.5 inch wands with unicorn hair cores, but I can't remember the wood type. Eric was going to take the test too until he realized he had to create an account. That boy does not do accounts.

We've covered the truly important things now. So yeah, I think that's pretty much it.