Wait, what?

Oh. Hey.

It feels like I’ve blinked & it’s already September.

September seems as good a time as any to renew. Butter started school yesterday. Bear starts next Tuesday. I’ve got big plans to redo the look of this blog. M is getting ready to open a restaurant – no really, wait, WHAT? That’s totally a thing that’s happening in our lives.

Anyway. I’m recommitting to blogging every day, in some fashion. Trust me that there will be days you get a single photo & not a word of text. There will be days you get word vomit. I might even do my popular [to me anyway] post where I just finally publish all of the half written posts I have sitting in my drafts. They’re all so terribly awkward that I feel like I’ll be majorly judged, but I don’t care.

So what have I been up to lately? Work. A lot of work. A LOT of work, with 60 something books read this year thrown in [I’ve had a really difficult time sleeping lately] & finally finishing Friends eleven years after every one else. There are so many pop culture references I get now that went wayyyy over my head before I watched Friends. And OHMYGOSH do you know how many people were on Friends? It was like a huge surprise every time someone I recognized showed up. Jon Favre, Dakota Fanning, Paul Rudd, Brad Pitt. The Brad Pitt episode was arguably the best episode of the entire series, by the way. I don’t know that I’ve ever laughed that hard.

That being said, I’m torn between a rewatch of Gilmore Girls or Supernatural, or starting a new series. I’ve started running again [and now that I’ve put it out in the universe, I’ll probably stop again tomorrow] so 30ish minute shows are appreciated because I can throw an episode on while I’m on the treadmill.

So what’s been going on with you people? I’m so far out of the blogosphere loop these days.

Happenings

As I sit here drinking my coffee, I can’t help but reflect on how insane this year has been. And I don’t mean this calendar year, I mean the last 12 months of our lives.

Last June, M bought his food truck.
Last July, WiLDWiCH became an actual thing. A place people could go & eat & enjoy the food my husband envisioned years ago. We also celebrated six years of managing to keep another human being alive.
Last August, Butter started first grade.
Last September, Bear started his last year at his first school.
Last November, we celebrated a surgery anniversary, two birthdays, & gave thanks for what we have.
Last December came our anniversary & Christmas.
January was my birthday [though I have decided I’m not having those any more. It’s not that I don’t like aging. I just don’t like birthdays when they’re mine.] & another year thanks to brain surgery.
February was Pitchers & Catchers Report Day. [Though let’s not talk about the Phillies.]

I’d planned to comment on March, April, & May, but I would have to go back through Facebook to figure out what happened in our lives then & I am far too lazy to do that.

But it’s June again & I am still in so much shock over all we’ve done. [And I also realized I forgot October up there. Oh well.] It’s also taken me several days [I can’t remember how many] to get this post together, but never fear – my coffee is still as [unintentionally!] cold as it was when I started writing the first time.

We’ve had struggles [oh, have we had struggles]. We’ve had highs. We’ve had lows. We’ve had moments of tell-me-again-how-exactly-we’re-supposed-to-keep-other-humans-alive? We’ve had first grade & the last year at a first school & registration for pre-k, & thoughts of second grade looming.

Everything is hectic. But we love it. And we’re [mostly] happy with it.

Here’s to the next 12 months of crazy.

Blerg

I’m annoyed.

With work, kids, the husband, food trucks, & life. With hectic schedules & never enough time & stress over paying bills. [But seriously, why are bills a thing? Can’t we just go back to a system of bartering?] With wanting to do more in this space & I can’t because again – why are bills a thing? With starting posts & never finishing them because I a) get interrupted or 2) feel like I’m an Olympic gold medalist in whining. [Which means there is a solid chance this post won’t ever see the light of day.] I’m annoyed with those first five pounds, because they’re always the ones that come back when PMS hits.

I’m also annoyed with newer Ford Mustangs because I loathe┬átheir turn signals.

I’m also annoyed with cleaning, boys & the fact that they’re so dirty, laundry, & library fines. [When Butter is President, this First Mama is going to gently guide him to his first legislation. And by gently, I mean I don’t care how old he is, I will threaten to ground him & take Skylanders away if he doesn’t do away with money & reinstate bartering as a thing.]

I’m annoyed a large chunk of my friends aren’t immediately available for me to express these annoyances to, because they live so far away. [Bear is already working on teleportation for us.]

I hate that my baby is starting Pre-K in the Fall. I can’t stand that the school system wants to label my bright & curious boy in a quest to get him on medication to calm the busy mind that is always questioning, always coming up with a great idea, & just wants so much to please people. I abhor that my soft hearted child is made to feel bad about his sensitivity because that isn’t what boys do.

I’m annoyed that Comic Sans is still a thing.

But even after this list of annoyances [many which are foolish & likely because I have been awake since 3AM!], I love the people I am surrounded by. Because even when they annoy me . . . I know they do it with love.