I am spent.
...and we are like 2 weeks into summer.
Like, toddler-sappy-spent... feeling like I have a "kick me" sign, hidden somewhere on my body.
Kind of wanting to cry...
but knowing no one would care-- so it would just be a waste of my energy, and probably just something else that I would have to clean up.
After our weekend, filled with watching one of Lance's best pals from HS play guitar in a festival...
and cheering on our niece in her softball tournament...
Waking up early Monday morning, meeting our friends for movies in South Lake...
lunch at Cici's and sliding home with just enough time to re-straighten the house and head to work... until 11:00.
Tuesday, Holly's day care was back in business.
And Holly isn't that great of an owner.
I feel like I am constantly saying no, and that I am beating them down with rules and regulations.
"No whining". "No more snacks". "Not now". "Quit". "Stop fighting". "Please don't wake Beckham".
They both want to be the boss... and I honestly can not afford to feed them all of the snacks and juice and milk they want!
I constantly am saying no.
And I hate not being good at things... especially when my kids are involved.
Kyleigh was scooped up just I was running out the door to work.
...Until 11:00, just like every other night I work.
(except I was stuck in 30 minutes worth of traffic, getting there, and was late.)
Lance and I had a "mis-understanding" after work, (that turned into tears) and I rolled into bed around 1:00.
Without an apology.
Back up by 7:00, Ky arrived at 8:00 and then the Vest family at 9:00.
The morning was jammed packed, full of fun!
We had breakfast... we painted outside... we played... we bathed... we ate lunch and we sent the 3 K's on their way.
Our neighbor came over to play with Maddox and Ky, and the rain rolled in.
I let them play in it.
Kyleigh's dad called to say he was going to be late, and I cleaned my house.
While vacuuming, I was dreaming about the glass of wine I was going to drink once everyone's kids left-- and I realized I was an hour away for that break.
Exhausted, but thrilled... No work tonight.
Just as Ky pulled away, I had a knock at my door-- another neighbor, asking if her boys could come and play.
Beckham was an hour past his nap...
Within minutes, 4 little boys dumped out 5 buckets of tiny toys and demolished the play room.
I made dinner and got B down.
I sent home the neighborhood, cleaned the playroom again and waited for Lance.
...who didn't eat dinner, and fell asleep on the couch.
While I cleaned... up dinner... that no one ate.
And as for that glass of wine...
I am too damn tired to pour it.
So I'll sit.
I know... I know... I know that there are so many fun things in this little letter, and the entire thing could have been written from the other side of the pancake, and been a blog about summer fun.
I know that I am just being a sap...
I realize that there is a chip the size of Canada on my shoulder...
And I hate to sound bratty...
But who's worried about me?
Maybe I have reverted to a toddler, and I am just tired.
I think we all are.
I am going to bed...
And am excited to meet my friend Erin (who's husband was one of my good friends in HS and her and I have become friends through FB, but have actually never met) and reunite with my old friend, Jenna, one of the famous Crockin' girls, tomorrow.
Friday night, Lance and I have a graduation party to go to...
and my mom is keeping my kids!
I will do my best to make my next post sunshine and lollipops...
and if the rest of the weekend goes as planned...
We will do nothing.