Today I woke up and realized my son has had the same outfit on since he left nana’s on Tuesday. Is that disgusting? Yessss. Am I a little appalled by myself? Yes. But, does it really matter? No!! He’s having a good old fashioned, down home, drink from the hose kinda summer and I kinda love it. His dirty little feet are wiped every night, his little man-body is checked for ticks, and he’s slept for 13 hours each night for the past two nights and eats me out of house and home upon awakening, but hey he’s mine and he’s perfect!! So, yesterday was anxious filled until it wasn’t and all morning I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it never did, and I was petrified it would carry over into today, and poof I woke up and it’s all good! Sidenote: I did indulge in a few beers from 2-10 o’clock, and then had a bomb dinner with some wonderful live music, and then ice cream at Martha’s, because hi my best friends are in town and I never see them and I’ve been living on this pseudo vacation mode I like to live in during the month of August as to suck up all the remanence of summer, so give me all the summer shandys (yes I’m breast feeding, and I drink, because – wait have I already said this? – my milk supply is on FLEEK, and my freezer is flowing over with golden frozen goodness), all the neon, and all the humidity that my hair can stand because SUMMERRRRRRR!! I realized that it truly is what you make it. Ever since my mom left this earth exciting things that used to give me butterflies, sometimes give me next level anxiety now, but all my peeps near and dear know this, so I don’t know why I worry. I wish I could stop! Someday. And some days are still hard and I may just be really pleased with myself at how fucking amazing my laundry smells, or how I could brag about being a professional blanket thrower, because it’s the little things that mean so much (Luda voice!) and I’m kicking the SAHM games ass 4 days a week, so I’d say I’m doing ok! I even cooked a quinoa summer salad that I’ve been asked time and time again for the recipe! That never happens! Also, I bought an eggplant yesterday and I’m gonna fry the heck outta that sumabitch like my mama would have and make her do a little happy dance up in heaven that I’m frying shit and not baking it and that’s the kinda world I wanna live in. Also we had an electrician here all week who is legit the happiest man alive, and he put little nightlight outlets all throughout my house so I’m just gonna throw it out there into the universe and say, that it’s me, I’M the one having the best week ever! So hey universe, thanks, keep that shit up! I love you too 👑