The schedule that I have found myself in the middle of is so ridiculous that it's hard to even describe. Only one teeny tiny thing in there was for me and I had to cancel it. Fair right? I mean, I got married and gave birth so clearly that's it for me and my hobbies/interests. ::EYE ROLL::
This week, the hours I've spent at work are actually my peace and quiet and it's the busiest I've been there all summer. "I look forward to the break I get when I am at work". Ridiculous statement. Ridiculous.
Zack is trying out for middle school soccer. His whole regular team is trying out at each of their respective middle schools. There are something like thirty middle schools in our city and I think our regular team has got kids trying out at six of them. So there's been lots of chatter about how this school does tryouts and that school does it differently and ZOMG it's insane. Zack's school employs an everyday for a week tryout which has its ups and downs. Up for the kids who get to get the nervous out and have plenty of time to strut their stuff. Down for the parents who have to get them there by 4:00 when they work until 4:00 in a different town. If it weren't for our friend J, that kid would be on his current team for the rest of his life. Thanks J! We won't know how he does until next Wednesday when the team is posted. We're all just hoping that the team needs a goalie. If you've met Zack, you already know that he's not a big fan of running ;-)
Sky is trying her best to get me to send her to boarding school this week. It's like she's thought of every phrase in the English language that will annoy the piss out of me and has them all on a repeating cycle of torture. She's got a smart mouth and rolling eyes and is dangling bungy-cord style from my last nerve. I just might take her up on her request to go live with Grammy.
Matt is... :) a husband. I would bad mouth how he suggested I just cancel book club (the one thing this week that was for me) when I couldn't get myself there in a decent amount of time because I was taxiing little people around but he redeemed himself this morning when he stopped everything, was late for work, and fixed a car problem for me when I sounded like I just might make a run for the nearest bridge. I swear he causes a good chunk of my issues but he's usually around to pick up the pieces afterwards.
How do I wrap up this big whinge of a post? How about some pictures from the summer? I'm slightly obsessed with square pictures all Instagram-style right now.
And just in case anyone else is feeling the way that I am, I find this enjoyable: