This entire line being on sale. I’ve genuinely never seen the full line up hit Prime Day and this is a sale worth clicking. And I speak from experience.
This for my 30 second summer face. It’s on sale if your Prime account is connected to your ShopBop + code prime25
Camp cabin moms emailing each other to put names to camper faces so we know who our daughters are telling us about in their letters.
Cutting through the noise and stocking up on basics + necessities while they’re on sale.
Being all wrapped up and on sale
Running away to work in the mountains until camp pick up. We decided not to take vacation days or take a big trip, so Justin and I are going to work from the Highlands for a few days before camp is over.
This strand of Mary Jane. This strand, too
Replacing all of these because why do they have the same ones since high school? And are proud about it??
This for my never-shaving-again journey
whatever is happening here. I don’t think I’ve hated an aesthetic choice more.
One of my children only writing letters home from camp to ask for more canteen money. Any guesses which child it might be?
The unhinged toe sucking Love Island challenge
When the audio book isn’t released at the same time as the e-book/hardcopy. Looking at you, Shattered Gods
Maternal Instincts on Netflix. Fun fact: my absolute biggest fear when I was pregnant with Gray was that I would be a victim of the same crime. Even after they upped my meds, I lose sleep over it.
The Legally Blonde revamp. Maybe we just let good things be and not try to reinvent the wheel, you know?
Clip on bangs
My feet after flopping around on my hardwoods all day.
The comments on this reel saying I should have donated critter infested/feces and urine covered items to those in need.
The bruises on my shins from shed clean out day
Hi, hello. You do not have to read this hot take but I just need to update those who are invested in my house purging journey.
While the kids are at sleepaway camp, I honestly have impressed myself with how I’ve tackled my to do list. I’m someone who likes to make insane to do lists and then really relish checking things off but I think I also relish feeling the intense pressure to get it all done. This week has been so cathartic for me - just handling shit and checking off items that have lived on lists for years.
Most notably, I cleaned out our lofted, one and a half story shed. And thank god that I did. We noticed a few of the side boards had become rotted but we did not notice just how many little holes had been dug under and into the shed. I felt like a washed up Disney princess with all the critters and habitats I encountered on shed clean out day.
I was able to make 6 total donation runs - 4 to Habitat Restore and 2 to Goodwill - of wood furniture, since it can be cleaned/sanitized, including Georgia’s crib and Gray’s rocking horse. When we moved into this house, everyone got a big kid room and I just couldn’t part with those items. After not thinking of them for the past almost 6 years, I happily let them go on to other homes.
You guys, I filled a 20 yard dumpster in 4 hours. Filled it to the brim and then some. We got rid of our rotted outdoor furniture, construction supplies from 2 owners prior to us and endless carboard boxes soaked in animal pee.
I have never felt so free.
Yesterday I completed another task that hangs over me daily: Georgia’s closets. I adore this child but she is of the girly pop hoarding age. Tiny doll clothes, random art supplies, costume pieces, endless stuffies and the most random assortment of trinkets can always be found pilled up and spilling out of her two small closets.
I manhandled those closets yesterday and came out with EIGHT bags of actual trash. Not items to be donated, like ruined, ripped, sticky, glitter covered trash.
Her room looks adorable and she will be so excited when she gets home. And I will sleep better at night knowing that I am a domestic goddess who gets shit done.
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