electric boogaloo

Mentally preparing for a big trip - 17+ hours of train travel with two little kids who are very excited about the! TRAIN! They are filling up the living room with wooden IKEA train tracks right this second, and arguing over the details of how REAL train wrecks happen.

We’re waiting for our house to close. Yes, that house that we moved out of over a year ago. Glad to be done, but a little bummed about saying goodbye to my cute little home in Rockwall. It was nice knowing that it was there and it was ours. Not $750 a month’s worth of nice though, so I will probably get over it pretty quickly.

It’s humid and gross outside.

I fell off the laundry wagon. Have spent today catching up and cursing myself for letting it pile up like this.

Graham is making things so pointlessly difficult this afternoon - and the more stern I am with him, the harder he giggles at me.

Money freaks me out. I’m about to order a literal crapload of inventory. Everything’s in order with the printer, it’s all finally just about ready to rock and I am so excited. And yet I keep stalling on finally really actually placing the official order because my god, they want me to give them half of my money.

It’s hot outside in that way that drains your will to do anything other than go to Sonic in time for half-price slushes. Lately I accomplish everything in small bursts all day. It probably totals up to less than 2 hours of doing anything productive

I took a 20 minute nap this afternoon, and paid for it in birdseed. The boys decided to make Lovebird Dreamland, which apparantly involves toys hidden under a mountain of seed. Slightly better than the last nap I took, paid for in the form of cleaning a thin layer of watermelon juice off of everything we own. They were very proud of figuring out how to make water by slooshing up the inside of a watermelon and then drinking it with straws.

After the nap I felt guilty for ignoring my kids so much, so we set up a science experiment involving pennies and various liquids and cups and messes and Graham crying because we wouldn’t let him drink the cup of milk with the pennies in it. So I got him a cup of milk to drink. Which he immediately put pennies in.

Yesterday I spent an embarrassing amount of time making Star Wars paper dolls for the boys. We printed out coloring book pages from the good old internet, then cut them out and laminated them with contact paper. It was a ridiculous way to spend precious time, but I can’t even explain how good it feels to watch my kids play with something so simple and home made. Plus it’s just hilarious to watch them play. “I’ll get you Luke!”

“No you won’t”

“Yes and plus, I’m your daddy!”

“NO YOU ARE TOTALLY NOT.”

“Yes I am! Be bad like me and it will be fun haha!

“NO. And plus, did you know that you actually do have some good in you?”

“I do? Oh.”

So I’m pretty proud of the paper dolls. They’ll be perfect for entertaining the kids on the train — and I’m assuming other passengers as well — but that honestly was the most significant motion I’ve made towards preparing for the trip. Blah.

This morning Kevin left for work with these cheerful instructions: Be sure you eat all that bacon today. It will go bad by the time we get back from New York.

Oh, sweetie. I might not finish putting the laundry away or packing or gathering snacks and toys and blankets and bottles of tequila and stray dogs and long sticks with bandana bags tied at the end for the trip (did I mention that we are taking the train?) but I will accomplish this one thing. Just for you.