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Splish, Splash

Today marked the last Friday of Catholic Son’s basketball camp, the end of the second week of reading for the library’s summer program, and the absolute rainiest day of June thus far causing me to break into a sprint while heading to the parking lot after returning books for the CK’s. Yet after that, all we had to show for these big milestones was a cheap plastic jump rope given to CS at the end of camp by a coach who informed CS it would ‘help him dunk’. Nice try, dude.
Cheap Plastic Jump Rope

Now here’s the real treat of the day: Homemade French Bread Pizza for dinner, topped personally by Catholic Hubs, Son & Girlie with Italian sausage, pepperoni, Canadian bacon, mushrooms, green pepper, red onion and pizza cheese. Total heart attacks waiting to happen, but that pizza was de-lish to say the very least. Two redeeming factors: a serving of peas on the side and a 90 min cross-training workout for Incognito as the CK’s bounced around on the wet trampoline. The perfect ending to a pretty decent day.

Next up: Wedding Saturday! (Not just anyone, but the CK’s very first babysitter – now all grown up.)

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First Summer TGIF’er

Today was a total whirlwind of activity from the minute I rolled out of bed, which happened to be at 7:04 am, just in time to protect the youngest from the oldest’s raging hormonal fury. What’s a mom to do? Put ’em to work, I say! Exactly what I did to distract people from the situation. Here’s what ensued:

  • Breakfast Making
  • Cleaning Up of Dishes
  • Laundry Sorting
  • Dusting of the 1st & 2nd Floors
  • Pet Feeding
  • Store List Making

Next, we set off for the grocery store to buy necessities, then headed home for lunch before paying another visit to the pool. On return, it was time to order pizza for our Wii Make-up Party that was pooped upon last week. Everyone had a good time, including myself who loved Wii Olympics the most – and even learned how to throw a javelin! Scary, I know.

Now to attend to my clients… invoicing for hours I snuck in during the week. Why is it that I’m feeling more stretched for time than ever? It’s summer – what’s going on here?