Because I know one day I’ll want to remember this…
School’s over. Summer’s here. I’m bummed because that means no more uniforms and school lunches until August. But it does mean a break from homework. (Amazingly enough we got through the entire school year with just 5 uniform shorts and 5 uniform shirts and one pair of tennis shoes.)
I’m still searching for something to read as riveting as 11/22/63. I’ve been searching for years.
We took Beau to Pitch Perfect 2. We should have sat on the aisle so he could have more room to dance. 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 “Cups” because he knew the words and wasn’t going to mess up. I only hope the people around us didn’t mind that short, live concert.
I also introduced Beau to MTV this weekend. I think the idea of music videos kind of blew his mind. And then “Earned It” came on and MTV went off.
Summer is (officially) fast approaching, and with it summer storms. Here’s to hoping for a wet season.
I’ve been introduced to Grace and Frankie. 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. I need more TV in my life and less over thinking and worrying.
I made homemade bread yesterday. I haven’t done that in ages. And now I’m pretty sure by the time I go downstairs this morning it will be gone. I’m the main culprit. And that is why I haven’t made it in ages.
So there is this thing called planning, goal-setting, and goal-attaining. 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. I’ve been saying this for years, I know. I’m bound to get it right sooner or later.
Have you ever realized that you have absolutely nothing to say to someone? And maybe you care, maybe you don’t. It could be a phase. It could be permanent. It could just be adulthood. Whatever it is, it’s weird and unsettling.