I made it through two weeks of school. At least three of those days, we had a morning-long fight about whether or not Max could stay home 'just for one day'. (He didn't.)
When things are going well, do you worry about the next trial that's just waiting to fall? Do you wonder and speculate what it might be? Are you ever right? Yeah, me neither.
I've been working out with my friend, Brigette. I haven't been this sore since I tried out for dance team in high school. I love that I'm at a point in life where I don't mind being the only woman in the gym.
One reason I love being a grown-up? Telling a bunch of high schoolers that- 'No, that isn't the end of the line. The end of the line is waaay back there, behind me and all these other people who've been waiting. So move!'
I also love when my kid's friends walk past me in the school and call me mommy.
My daughter got a job at Dairy Queen. So far, she hasn't brought home any free Blizzards. Should that happen, she might have to quit.
I got my son's Eagle Scout certificate from the scout office. His court of honor is in a month. I'm so proud of him.
My husband's color 'sense' is so different from mine. I painted my toenails this awesome orange, you know, fall colors. He looks at it and says, "Nice red polish." "It's orange." "Well, reddish-orange." "Whatever, dude. It's orange." (I didn't actually call him dude.)
I've been taking pictures of myself. I'm inspired by my weight loss, and also a comment I read about this woman who had very few pictures of her mother. I'm trying to get over myself. Here's a couple, I took one and the Handy Man took one. See if you can tell which is which.
With my kids moving out, we have an extra dresser. Extra. I never in my life thought we'd have an extra dresser. I put it in my room. I don't even know what to put in it, I just love knowing I have some extra storage space. Extra.
(Say extra over and over. Sounds funny, huh?)
Tonight I am going on a girls night with my sisters. Yay!! We're going to the Utah State Fair and staying in a hotel. With a hot tub. I am going to eat fattening fair food, laugh till my stomach aches and boil myself in the jacuzzi. 24 hours without kids. It feels a bit like Christmas eve.
Last, but not least, I've received one rejection so far. This is okay. I knew I'd get some. I decided that checking my email is like ripping off a band-aid, just do it quickly. Putting it off won't make the rejections go away. (But, I'm so relieved when I find no emails from agents!) One of my friends told me something that I LOVED. She said, "Not rejection...just one publisher/path that won't work for you. You're just weeding out the paths that aren't right and the path that IS right will open up." (Thanks, Teddi!)
Have a fabulous weekend!!