spinthemoon (spinthemoon) wrote,

Just another day

Meds first

I don't know which is more depressing...this number, or how much the floor needs cleaning

The Boy is blurry in the morning

I go outside to check on the yard. We broke down and hired some people to come clean it out.
My Ash tree is coming along nicely. It no longer makes me sad.

Yesterday I planted some rosemary and basil.

Back inside, I read for a bit.

Needy dog is needy.

Breakfast and interwebs.

It is going to be stupid hot today. Hello, Spring.

Of course.

Since it's going to get hot soon, The Boy and I finish up the planting.

Molly loves dirt more than any dog I've ever seen.

We fill all the pots.

We break for leftover lunch.

We're going to Sam's later, so I start a list.

Then finish up the planting.

I'm still officially on vacation, but check my email anyway just to keep up.

Then it's shower and get ready time. I feel like all the makeup in the world won't help, but wear a bright lipstick to cheer me up.

Pick out some earrings.

Using my head as a tripod is not effective.

We have to make a stop to empty out my trunk.

It is stupid hot.

I like that The Boy will still hold my hand in parking lots.

Yes, I'm a mom - you can tell by the wipes in my purse.

I forgot to bring the list, but we remember everything. And then some.

The Boy gets a stamp. The same lady has been checking receipts and giving him stamps since he was born.

In the parking lot, I realize I forgot my keys in the car. But it's OK, because I also forgot to lock the car.

Back home, I admire the side bed. Yes, it's not much, but if you saw what it looked like before, you'd be really impressed.

We have just enough time to unload the car...

...change shirts, and get to The Boy's den meeting.

The Boy insists I take a picture and label it, "I endorse Irish Spring"

The soap is for practicing whittling.

Which takes much concentration.

Back home again, Middle Daughter has returned from her dad's.

I use some of our new rosemary to make dinner.

While they cook, I do more of this.

And perform the ritual Banging of the Filter

So I can do this.

I break to make this so we can have dinner

Husband does dishes even though he's not feeling well. Is it any wonder I love this man?

My mom stops by for a visit.

She says she can tell I've been cleaning. The house is a wreck, so I think she just means I've left the vaccuum out.

I make Middle Daughter fold while she watches Harry Potter.

I have the far more important job of feeding the dog animal crackers.

Then it's time for East Enders before bed.

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