Is it just me....

Or is the summer FLYING by? I'm coming off a fun week that consisted of a Coldplay concert, then a few days in Wildwood with the kiddos and my BFF, Talia. I feel like the summer is moving at full speed and I just want it to slow down, just a little. I'm going to try and remember this feeling in late August, when I'm basically pulling my hair out, trying to refrain from killing my kids, while preventing them from killing each other, and counting down the minutes until school starts. 

What's to drink....

Picture this scenerio, you drive you and your 2 incredibly excited kids all the way down the Garden State Parkway to Wildwood, NJ.  You spend the day on the beach, in the most perfect weather, with them looking over at the boardwalk, and talking incessantly about all the rides they MUST go on. They have a plan, first this, then this, then that, again. You go back to the hotel, get ready, head out to take on the rides and out of fucking nowhere, an apocalyptic storm comes barreling through. You run for cover, making sure that the place you're rushing into to avoid being struck by lightening, has a liquor license. This part is important, because the children are going to be rip-shit pissed off about Mother Nature deciding to screw us all. And they are. There are frowns and whining and complaining. There is only one thing to do, immediately go and get yourself one of these. Order 2, actually. 2 is better than 1. Creepy kid photobomb optional. Cheers.

What's to eat....

There is nothing to eat. There are a few reasons for this. 

Reason 1: I ate everything there was to eat. Between concert food and boardwalk food, there is nothing left, because, as I said, I ate it all. 

Reason 2: I just got back from 2 days of vacation with my kids and there is no fucking food in my house. How is it that I'm gone a few days and this place looks like I haven't shopped in a month. What's that phenomenon about? Whatever it is, it's bullshit. And I'm not going to the food store.

Reason 3:  I'd rather stick a hot poker in my eye right now than go food shopping. So, there's just nothing to eat. My kids are getting stale crackers, old cheese, and some fruit for dinner. If they complain, I will go bat shit crazy. I am going to make due with a 1/2 rotten tomato, 4 oz of wine, canned tuna, and some over ripe bananas. If Tommy complains, I will stab him. I'm kidding. Kinda.

Working on my it won't always look the way you want it to....

I've written about this before. That some weeks don't pan out the way you want them to. I have a tendency to get very overwhelmed, or frazzled, as my loving husband so LOVES to say, when he walks in from work, and I am on the couch with a dead look in my eyes. "You look frazzled", he says. Just a side note, let's put this on the list of things NOT to say if you're looking to get laid. Anyway, back to it, I think I get overwhelmed because I'm a bit of a control freak. I want things to go a certain way and when they don't, the shit hits the fan. I don't want to be so rigid, I'd like to be able to sit down and watch a show with 3 random socks (WHY THE SOCKS!!!!), a food wrapper, an empty cup, some random dirt, 2 pairs of shoes, a foam roller, and a spoon on the floor, but I just fucking can't. I can't do it. But I can try and be a little easier on myself when the laundry is backed up and there's no food in the house, because it's probably, most likely, for good reason. So, I'm going to go a little easier on myself about not getting my blog out "in time" (like I have a strict deadline over here), having 17 loads of laundry to put away, and not worry so much about the house being messy, what I am going to cook for dinner the next few nights, and instead I'm going to bring my kids to the pool. But you can bet your sweet ass I will not sit down at the end of the day amid a bunch of squalor and be able to relax. You can also bet your sweet ass there will be at least 1.5 to 3 pairs of socks on the floor. At any given time. Until I clean that shit up. It won't always look the way you want it to. 

Wishing you ALL of the Good Stuff. 

XO
Tara

P.S. I started the day being woken up by the sounds of the garbage men in the street. I realized it was Friday, and I hadn't put out the garbage and recycling, or reminded Tommy to do so, either. I sprang from my bed, screamed "fuck", sprinted downstairs, and out the front door (bra-less and flopping), determined to hold onto my bitties (yes, bitties, as in small titties) and get the garbage out. That is until I opened the door, and saw it was the street cleaners, and today is Thursday, and my garbage men come Friday. Tommy was home to witness this. That is all.