August is here

We are officially in the dog days of summer, and its been hot. 

We've been all over the city doing stuff to keep cool. 

And some stuff that was fun, but not so cool...

like the zoo on a 100 degree day. 

Phil loves me so much he took me on a date and even agreed to sit outside. 

Here he is sweating to death. 

Meanwhile, this guy turned 7! 

I can't believe it! 

He really really wants to learn to play the guitar. 

We are considering it. 

And I can't believe August is here. 

School is right around the corner. I'm so NOT ready. 

Not only do they have to go to school, they have to go to a new school. 

I don't like school or new things and I'm not ready.

I'm not ready for other moms, for mean kids, for the silent rat race of whose kid is better, smarter, more athletic, more involved. I'm not ready for the quiet competition of which mom is the best, most involved but not too involved mom whose never made a parenting mistake in her life. 

I don't want to talk to the mom who works and volunteers at school full time and has 4 kids she's simultaneously  never left or raised her voice to and showers daily. 

I don't want to hear why my normal kids who are unexceptional by other people standards aren't good enough or smart enough or cool enough.  

I'm definitely not ready for the really hard stuff. 

If a kid hurts my kid,  I'm not ready to play nice. 

I'm not ready to smile say its ok because I don't want to offend anyone.  It's just not in me.

Im not ready for tiptoeing around other peoples feelings while they carelessly disregard mine and my kids. 

And I'm pretty sure that makes me socially unfit for a school environment these days. 

I'm SOOOOO over it, and it hasn't even begun.  

My dad gave me this article and I love it. Such good perspective. 

I have a lot of mental preparation to accomplish in the next 26 days. 

Say a prayer for me. 

So, we're taking our minds off of it and eating waffles. 

And snuggling crosby.