Wednesday, July 14, 2021



Wednesday. My face is grimey. There's dirt on my feet. I'm more than ready to unwind under a cool shower. Not warm, cool. I've been running all day long, in and out of the house in 90 degrees. That's what makes a hot shower sound like the worst at the moment.

My dog ate the last of the sensory activity. I'm sure we'll be up in the middle of the night with "poop breaks." At least the floor clean up was easy. I'll give him extra pets before bed.

I had to spend a good 45 minutes of my life talking about tornado watches after our Echo's so kindly notified us we were part of one. The word "derecho" was uttered and I'm not ready to hear that word again. Or ever.

I sent two kids off for a night of bowling, the other is entertaining herself with Sharpie's. I'm hopeful none will end up on our dining room table. I should take a moment to breathe, but instead I'm running around. The life keep up is a real struggle this week with swimming lessons, meetings, and outings. This whole "getting back to normal business" is tiring.

The Hubs went out for errands and dinner. Apparently I really sucked at making the grocery lists this week. So now I'll take a moment to take a drink, breathe a moment, and write a few words. I remind myself that it's Wednesday. Mid-week gives me plenty of opportunity to make this week memorable and to plan a wonderous weekend. Wednesday has always been my least favorite day of the week, but it's probably the one filled with the most possibilities. Wednesday.