Hi from Colorado! I really wanted to write a nice long update today but I seem to have lost control of my life.
Every day, I’m all, “OK, THIS is the day I’m going to get organized,” and whaddaya know? Nope. I have a to-do list 50 miles long that just keeps getting longer. Anyway, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I WILL NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT THE THINGS I USED TO DREAM OF!!!!
Life is good. My kids are thriving in their cute little summer camp, scaling mountains and devouring sugar. Do they come home feral at 3pm? Yes. Do I have to play MMA referee when bike pumps are swung at kneecaps over Magna-Tiles? Yes. But I’m trying to remind myself that I too used to eat my body weight in ice cream and then rear naked chokehold my sister when she stole my coloring pencils after a long summer day. Speaking of rear naked choking, what’s the balance there? Do I let them go at it and figure it out themselves? Life’s natural consequences, etc etc. Do I helicopter parent (my personal inclination) because there’s no way I have time to sit in the ER whilst they glue my kid’s head back together? I guess that’s parenting in a nutshell. None of us really know what we are doing no matter how many books we read or reels we watch. Couple that with work and groceries and THE DRIVING and the doctors appointments and buying shoes because they grow out of them so damn fast… it’s A LOT.
But you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other damn way. I love it so much I could explode.
On a separate note: remember when I told you I had this thing I wanted to do but I was nervous and I couldn’t tell if it was my intuition or my imposter syndrome? I did it. And thank god I put my big girl pants on and got the ball rolling. It’s not closed yet so I can’t talk about it (which is soooo annoying I know) but I promise I’ll fill you in on every last detail soon.
Your weekly reminder to do the thing you’re scared of or entirely unqualified for!!!!! What’s the worst that could happen?
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