Life is old there, older than the trees...

a few things.

Today I sanded rusty chairs, primed them and painted them "tuscan sunset" which is kind of an orangey color. It was as hot as a very very hot place outside and I just kept thinking about how I wasn't supposed to be spending prolonged periods of time in the sunshine bc of the antibiotics I'm on for my sinus infection. And by thinking about it I mean not caring that I was "breaking the rules." I have gone through three outfits today. One to sand and prime, one to run to kmart to purchase more spray paint and one to sit around in the rest of the day.

The boys ran around inside and out hanging out with Grandma, Matt, Michelle and Lexie and Grandpa. Monkey apparently knows how to shovel really well. I know not that much skill is involved, but it's kind of crazy to actually stop and pay attention to him as he shovels. He sticks the shovel in the ground (which is an actual small metal/wooden shovel), uses his foot to push the shovel in further and picks up his dirt. The only thing lacking is arm muscles big enough to move that dirt a significant distance from the place it was removed. Bug ran around like a ragamuffin, his face covered in chocolate from his oh-s0-healthy cookie lunch, just trying to keep up with the big kids.

After some tearful goodbyes my parents left to take Matt to the airport. Michelle asked me how I was keeping my cool. I told her "I'm a big fan of denial and avoidance." Of course it's hard to say goodbye knowing we won't see each other for months, I just don't have the mental capacity or energy at the moment for a big break down. I broke out in tears the minute I was supposed to be smiling for a picture because obviously I wasn't looking bad enough what with my hair in the messiest of buns, wearing an oversized tshirt that cost me $1 and the ugliest pants I own. Glad we have that photo to treasure forever and ever.

The boys got a bath because they were filthy. At that point it was 1pm and Bug still hadn't had any sort of nap. So after the bath, I dressed him and took him to his crib. He laid down, giggled and buried himself under his beloved blankie and instantly fell asleep. Seriously. I think he was asleep before I made it to the door. I had to go back in to give him some medicine and he was out cold.

Finally, I have no idea what to do about WV. Everyone else seems to think it's a no brainer - they all just assume I'm going with Lauren and ask me things like, "are you getting excited to move?" instead of "are you going to miss your sister when SHE moves?" I don't really know what to think of that but oh well. Maybe it is that easy and I'm just so stressed out and overwhelmed at the moment that I can't help but overthink. I just don't know.

Okay, one more thing. Monkey just walked over, hugged me and said, "You're cute, Zizi." What wonderful timing he has.