I am now about a month into staying at home, versus working.
A recap. I have worked my entire life. Literally. Family business = no child labor laws. I was working a cash register on a step stool at 9. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t factory work, but I have just always worked.
Now I don’t.
And it is weird.
Seriously, I just put on my bra. 10:35am.
I want to do all the things with the kids. But I have found this is unrealistic. I had 1,224,736 things planned for this summer.
We have done two.
But that being said, we have been quite busy.
I just helped throw a baby shower and I actually made this.
I couldn’t find the letters at the craft store, so I printed out the template, cut it out, and then cut out the letters.
I told her next time she has a kid, It will be named, “Joe.”
I also made 10lbs of those meatballs in grape jelly and bbq sauce, SO GOOD. I even did fondue.
This week, I really hope to be able to start the summer. Not this running around thing that we seem to do every day. As in preparing to run, running, laying down after running.
Since I never know what day of the week it is anymore, I am going to hope that the Summer I envisioned starts around July 4th.
I may need to set my phone to remind me. And to remind me to put on my bra.
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