Because I know one day Iâ€™ll want to remember this…
Schoolâ€™s over. Summerâ€™s here. Iâ€™m bummed because that means no more uniforms and school lunches until August. But it does mean a break from homework. Â (Amazingly enough we got through the entire school year with just 5 uniform shorts and 5 uniform shirts and one pair of tennis shoes.)
Iâ€™m still searching for something to read as riveting as 11/22/63. Â Iâ€™ve been searching for years.
We took Beau to Pitch Perfect 2. Â We should have sat on the aisle so he could have more room to dance. Â Yes, he was dancing in his seat. I don’t know why I was surprised since he has danced in his seat during every movie we’ve seen lately. And he informed me that yes he could sing along to â€œCupsâ€ because he knew the words and wasnâ€™t going to mess up. Â I only hope the people around us didnâ€™t mind that short, live concert.
I also introduced Beau to MTV this weekend. Â I think the idea of music videos kind of blew his mind. Â And then â€œEarned Itâ€ came on and MTV went off.
Summer is (officially) fast approaching, and with it summer storms. Â Here’s to hoping for a wet season.
I’ve been introduced to Grace and Frankie. Â I need to be left alone for half a day so I can finish season 1. So I can laugh until I’m crying and choking/hiccuping by myself in peace. Â I need more TV in my life and less over thinking and worrying.
I made homemade bread yesterday. Â I haven’t done that in ages. Â And now I’m pretty sure by the time I go downstairs this morning it will be gone. Â I’m the main culprit. Â And that is why I haven’t made it in ages.
So there is this thing called planning, goal-setting, and goal-attaining. Â I need to start doing it. Weeks are turning into months, months are turning into years and ideas and plans are not moving out of my head and into reality. Â I’ve been saying this for years, I know. Â I’m bound to get it right sooner or later.
Have you ever realized that you have absolutely nothing to say to someone? Â And maybe you care, maybe you don’t. Â It could be a phase. Â It could be permanent. Â It could just be adulthood. Â Whatever it is, it’s weird and unsettling.