- Me: Can you believe your LAST child is graduating tonight?
- Mom: I know! I made it! I thought about buying myself a present to congratulate myself.
- Me: Of course you did.
Waiting for the big event… Last High School graduation for the Goodwins! Congrats, my little Goocifer!
Wine and painting Sunday with the girls. Wonderful end to a busy weekend!
One of my kids actually gave me an apple today. #precious
Sporting Goods.
- During a lunch conversation...
- S: Miss G, do you like dicks?
- Me: ... I'm sorry, what?!?
- S: You know, like the sports store?
- Me: (Barely contained laughter.) Ohhhhh. Yes, yes, I do.
Dear volleyball,
Thank you for being a land-locked way to stick my feet in the sand and pretend I was at the beach enjoying the sunshine, and not at the beginning of what is already a very long week. Thank you for letting me take my aggression out on something totally inanimate while laughing at the same time. I loved being able to show my agression in a totally socially acceptable, even socially required, way. Dear volleyball team, thank you for not killing me when you realized I am not good. Like, at all. Especially you, S, who has been stuck with me twice in a row. Dear spindle-y arms, despite your weakness in other hits, thank you for being kind of good at serving. You served me well (ha!) and thank you for kind of catching on to hitting the ball—if not always in the right direction. And dear karma, thank you for letting us win THREE games out of four. Turned this girls exhausting, defeating Monday into something fun, social, and hilarious.
Well played.
Love,
Geales
Fascinating Wall Street Journal Article on being busy
(Source: katykelley, via onherway:tissah:maebergan:megburns:haygirlhay:esofine)
Strong cup of coffee and quiet porch time. Perfect Sunday morning.
