Just kidding. I just had a four day vacation at Apple Valley Lake where I got really lazy and busy at the same time, if that makes sense, and because I am my own boss and I work from home, I just decided to goof off for a while. This summer I will have to post when I can, so the schedule will be kind of random. I figure y'all read them whenever you want, so I'll write them whenever I want. If it is sounding like I am developing a love/hate relationship with my readers, I am. Just kidding. Just bear with me, loves, while I try to provide you with ridiculous anecdotes, and have a fun summer with my family at the same time.
Let's just start with a little nugget, my 9-year-old, Hallie, came up with, the other day, after school. She had a field trip that centered around the historical aspects of Upper Arlington, our neighborhood, and when I asked her about it, she said that she went to one of her classmates' houses on the tour, where her mother answered the door in a dress and heels.
Let's back up. In order for Hallie to GO on the field trip, I had to email her teacher that she could go because Hallie forgot her permission slip. I had to do this two days before, for Mills, before her field trip, so I was familiar with the process. Don't judge. I am just ready for school to end. I, then, had to find the Upper Arlington Library books that had long been written off by them, turn them in, and pay a $30 fine. All so Hallie could check out library books, amongst her peers, without the anxiety I experience every time someone mentions the word "overdue".
Someone could tell me that their baby is "overdue" and I would break out in a cold sweat, recalling the ticking time bomb that is my account at the Upper Arlington Library. For those of you that aren't in the know, the Underwood family inadvertently donated the renovation of the Miller Park Library. I am petitioning for a plaque at this very moment.
Anyway, the mother was explaining the historical significance of her home to the class, and Hallie said that all she kept thinking was, "if it was our house, and YOU were answering the door, you would probably be in your pajamas."
OUCH. And then - HILARIOUS. I mean, how could I be mad? She was spot on, and to my credit, I think, I was able to sift through my humiliation, to find the humor in the moment. I would put it in her baby book, if she had one.
Isn't it funny how your kids KNOW you. There is a famous quote about parenting that I love, "Do what I say, not as I do." Isn't that SO true, or is it just me? Hallie definitely has my number, when it comes to calling me out on my inadequacies. I can't remember if I have written this before but my poignant neighbor, who has a daughter in college, once told me, "I feel sorry for women who don't have daughters, because they will never know what is wrong with them." Truer words have never been spoken. How prophetic is that? I get it times three, so I've got that going for me, which is nice. (Caddyshack reference: Bill Murray talking about receiving "total consciousness on his deathbed" via the Dali Lama.)
Anyway, I love jammies. Super soft summer jammies are my favorites. Every single one of my neighbors have seen me enjoying some activity in them, in my front yard. If I have to pick up poop before Brad mows the lawn on a Saturday morning. I do it in my jammies. Mostly because he literally starts up the lawn mower and it is like a race to pick it up before he steps in it, so I don't have time to change. I enjoy putting out my recycling, chatting up neighbors as they walk their kids to school, and pushing Eva on the swing out front - all in the comfort of my jammies. My favorite brands are PJsalvage and Scanty brand jammies. (The tag states, "It feels so yummy!" and it does.) My favorite pair of Scanty jammies have bunnies all over them. See pic above.
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