Except… you knew I’d put actual words in the post, because I CAN’T HELP MYSELF! There won’t be many words tonight, though, because do you know what Wednesdays are now known as?
The day of the week that will beat me up and leave me panting at the curb for air.
A mother’s group is starting here in town, since it’s fall and all, so Thing 2 and I will give that a shot on Wednesday mornings. If he doesn’t tackle anyone in the nursery or smash another baby with a light saber, so that they kick him out, we should be golden. And then there’s PE. And tonight there was GET THE BOY SOME SHIN GUARDS FOR SOCCER because WHERE ARE THE SHIN GUARDS YOU HAD LAST YEAR? Who knows? Things vaporize in a house with boys. (Last season’s shin guards have probably been turned into a pirate ship somewhere, with a little hot glue and string. It’s what boys DO.) And then there was actual soccer practice, and then there was youth group at our church, and now I’m helping with games at youth group, and blam!
It was 8:00 PM before I even realized it.
Except OH, I REALIZED IT! Because Mama is a touch tired.
And that’s why we’re just having Wordless Wednesday today, with a small dose of the wordage.
I snapped all of these pictures this weekend. Hubs and I took the boys to the park… in the misting rain… because a little rain never slowed us down. We were more, HEY! IT’S NOT 103 DEGREES OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW! And that felt like a genuine blessing. I am so over summer’s heatwave.
When the big rain finally opened up to do some dumping, we high-tailed it inside the elementary school where our darling friend, Cyndi, teaches to see her classroom guinea pig. Because I guess we weren’t so much AT A PARK, as we were AT THE NEIGHBORHOOD SCHOOL, and Cyndi was there, working in her classroom. I’d say it was the boy’s old elementary school… and it was, in theory… except they tore down the boy’s old elementary school and built this BRAND NEW SCHOOL and BRAND NEW PLAYGROUND right smack in the same spot, and the boy never actually attended class there. So, it’s the boy’s old school IN NAME ONLY, and in THOSE ARE ALL MY OLD TEACHERS and THIS IS THE SPOT OF LAND WHERE I WENT TO KINDERGARTEN, but no, I didn’t go here.
I told you I was tired.