Lots of folks are posting (downright adorable) photos of their kiddos’ First Day of School pix.
As we don’t start until September 8th and FOURTEENTH, respectively, I am not those people.
Due to those samesuch constraints, my work output this past week/weekend has been- ah- lacking. Let’s go with lacking.
“Get your junk together, Mom.”
But lest you think my cluttery weekend didn’t allow for self-reflection, I tell you NAY. Here are two things I said aloud in the past 48 hours:
1) I’ve decided that, while I adore summer and the jubilance of the warmer months, I really thrive in Fall/imminent Fall/unseasonably warm Winter. Those are the weeks where it’s totally cool for me to leave all the windows open, enjoy the fresh air, and not leave the house at all because I’m too busy rearranging the furniture and nesting in a socially acceptable manner. Squandering those brief lake-perfect days? NO! Feathering my nest for the coming cold snap!
(Note: I engage in this furniture-moving all year ’round, but this is when I really shine, calendar-wise.)
2) If there are two things that P.J. really loves, it’s a) using coupons in a timely manner and b) underthings from Victoria’s Secret (that neither of us paid for). So when those freebie coupons show up in the mail, whoo boy! Christmas, birthday, and Costco reimbursement check day all rolled into one. Whereas sometimes I get that twinge of guilt about only showing up for the free panties- a word which I hate- not so much for P.J.
“I’m here about the free undies, good sir/madam! Would I like to try the seasonal fragrance? Not even a little bit! Do these come in hiphuggers? Those are cute. How about those striped ones? Nothing creepy here, just a loving husband rifling through a bin of thongs. No I do not wish to sign up for your newsletter.”
Dude has a skill set. And I benefit in the form of new unmentionables. (Which I’ve just mentioned copiously. Stop thinking about my underwear.)
Happy Monday/I Now Know Too Much About Your Household, Keely Day!
(Observed.)
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