I dropped bitty E off at school and bitty G off for her first day of preschool, drove home, fixed some breakfast, went to drop the tea bag into the mug and…
*sigh of realization*
I made it.
You know, summer was great. It really was. And guess who’s got two thumbs and wants to look back and remember that yes, there were some long days, but it was good. Memory-filled. Restful. Mostly pleasant. Stay away, Negative Nancy, there’s a new American Girl doll in town.
{Wouldn’t that be amazing if there actually was an American Girl doll named Negative Nancy?? Nancy likes homework, wet socks, and lightning at water parks. She can’t stand puppets and getting to know you games. Maybe they could MODEL HER AFTER ME. We might actually buy an American Girl doll! HOW DID I GET HERE.}
It’s been a little quiet around ye olde garden blog for all the reasons:
#1. I got the cooties. I don’t know if the shot didn’t cover the strain I contracted or what… But from this point forward, my new question will be, “circle circle, dot dot, how effective is this cootie shot?” When I told a friend I had strep she asked if the bitties had it. I {thankfully} replied no, and she said, “those little carriers…” It was almost two weeks ago when she said that…and I’m still looking at them and thinking “those little carriers…” It’s okay. Time wounds all heals.
#2. I’ve been working on my Malibu Barbie tan. I have priorities. So far I’m ranging somewhere in the 0.2-0.4% range, but still, progress. Trending upward.
#c. The garden is what I believe the kids these days would call a hot mess. Imagine Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton as preschool teachers after two Vegas all-nighters trying to get some four year olds to line up and keep their hands to themselves. Why do I all of the sudden want to call the preschool and check on Bitty G. Anyway, it’s tear out time, and I’ve been doing a little, slowly but surely.
#4. The real reason: I’m building a companion site for our mom’s study, Engaging Motherhood, Heart Preparation for a Holy Calling. I’m pretty jazzed about it, but I have been in full on code mode. But anytime I can feel like my pretend alter-ego, Cameron, from Halt and Catch Fire…WELL.
Get ’em, girl. You run this.
I’ll put something about it up here when the site is live. Hopefully that will happen within the next couple of weeks.
So, til next time, I’ll leave you with a note that came home from kindergarten:
“It must be exhausting for bitty E to have to mother everyone all the time.”
Oh, kindergarten teacher, are you trying to ensure that I buy you all your favorite snacks and drinks every day of this school year, because, well: I’ve never felt so understood by someone in my entire life. YOU GET ME, kindergarten teacher…you see the battle, you know the stakes…YOU GET ME. XO, kindergarten teacher, forever and always. Signed, the one who has to remind bitty E every day that she is the actual mother.
