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Sunday, August 7

the end of the summer has arrived

This in no uncertain terms means
NO MORE FOOLING AROUND.
It is seriously, time to get back to reality.

Tomorrow
fragrant rose petals will be floating down from heaven,
while pretty white unicorns prance merrily across the way,
running through double rainbows,
as my three kids
HEAD BACK TO SCHOOL.

halle-FRICKEN-lujah!

It will then be time to pick these pretty, and basically brand new sneakers.....

up outta the corner they have been laying in
 ALL SUMMER LONG
and put them back on my slightly swollen feet,
and my 4 pounds heavier - FAT ASS
and get back to the gym.

No more vacations.
No more beach.
No more Disneyland.
No more eating out.
No more goofing off.
No more being lazy.
No more playing instead of cleaning/working/whatever-it-is-I-do-all-day.

It is also high time to get the laundry room
OUT
of my bedroom.

See below:

Hannah's basket!

The boys - in order - Bill, Connor and Garrin's baskets.

And lastly....

my basket.

Between
swim meets,
California,
the beach,
Disney,
Sedona,
more swim meets,
Bill traveling for work,
packing and unpacking,
and then re-packing....

(ahem....my playing wii...)

Washing, sorting, and...
ok - just washing and sorting I guess,
is about as far as the laundry has gotten for most of the summer.

So I look forward
booting each and every one of my beautiful children right out the front door
to having my days back,
to cook
and clean
and facebook
and wash clothes
and put mints on everyone's pillows,
and make everyone know

that I love being a wife and mom.

Regardless of the sarcasm.

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