I've intended to blog for a while now, but like so many other things, never had the time to initiate the process. Throughout the day I have so many random thoughts, experiences, and ideas, and thought it might be fun to try and chronicle them. It occurred to me tonight that a punching bag might be a good outlet for daily frustration. It also keeps replaying in my mind how last night my 4 1/2 yr old daughter accidentally ended up in the boys' locker room at the high school where my husband teaches. And the silly dance she did for me earlier. And how intoxicating my 15 mo old's cheeks are. Definitely random thoughts.
It's almost summer and I'm definitely looking forward to it. Being the wife of a teacher, the summer is our coveted "quality time." Not sure what this summer will bring. For one thing, my littlest one likes to wander, so I suspect I'll spend a lot of time following her around. My big girl is pretty content to adapt to the majority, so that makes it easier, at least. That's always been her nature, which is why we knew she'd be the "gateway baby" who fooled us into thinking all babies would be as easy as she was. In a sense, that makes her my marijuana, and my younger one... crack? Lol. No wonder her cheeks are so intoxicating...
In all seriousness, one goal for the summer is to continue schooling my older daughter, yet find a way to make it fresh, since it is, after all, summertime. Prepping her for kindergarten feels like a big job. I'd also like to make sure we tie up as many loose ends as possible... house projects, organization, etc., b/c I think the school yr will be even more chaotic once I have a child in the system. I know we'll take a few trips- hopefully we'll visit a friend in RI/MA, another friend on LI, and a trip down to SC to visit my husband's grandfather. I'm hoping we'll get a lot of relaxing time, too... some lazy afternoons down at the pool, and mornings at the playground.
Hopefully, my sanity will remain intact... or at least... not deteriorate any further. ;)
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