First of all, my kid can read. Like, *really* read. It boggles my mind that 12 months ago he was struggling to recognize a capital A. And tonight he read me a bedtime book with multisyllabic words with 90% accuracy. I think back to when he came to us, and our in-home resource worker (a licensed clinical social worker, therapist, and child development expert) told us that he "absolutely, certainly had learning disabilities, and very likely a borderline IQ". My heart broke then, and now my mind is blown at how amazing and resilient this kid has turned out to be. TOP OF HIS CLASS, BITCHEZ!
Second, we finally bit the bullet and signed a contract to replace the windows in our house. All of them. With super-efficient, top-of-the-line windows that cost as much as a brand new car. Excuse me while I go cry in the corner at the thought of that bill.
Third, the budget isn't as bad as it seems, since tomorrow we will finalize our refinancing. I forgot what a huge pain in the ass it is to get a mortgage. So much paperwork! And because I work for myself, there is about six hundred times more scrutiny and double-checking as there would be for a "normal" job. Even though I've been doing it for eight years.
Fourth, I got my hair chopped off. It was getting CRAZY long and took almost 45 minutes to blow dry and that just wasn't going to work over the summer. So the stylist lopped off a full 12 inches and now I'm footloose and fancy-free. And also definitely sporting the "kindergarten mom" look down at the elementary school.
Fifth, my little one is exhibiting signs of being three. She suddenly doesn't want to eat any dinner. There is an argument every night about which utensil she wants to use to NOT eat her dinner. She automatically responds "no" to whatever is said. However, she's still pretty cute and manages to keep the actual tantrums to a bare minimum. Plus, I get to make her frilly dresses, and that makes me happy.
Sixth, the squirrels ate our peaches AGAIN and I am so mad I could spit. At the squirrels. And possibly also shoot them. The baby kiwis and figs are still there, but it's only a matter of time before we have a full-scale assault on our hands. Oh, and there is something munching on the leafy green tops of the sweet potatoes, cucumbers, and spinach.
Seventh, there is no dessert tonight and that makes me sad. Bill tried to pawn off a "key lime cookie" that he bought at the store a couple of nights ago, but it was horrid and I gave up after two bites. Now I feel even MORE deserving of a good dessert to get that chemical taste out of my mouth.
Eighth, I am now 35 years old. In the prime of my life. I'm trying to figure out if facing the second half of my thirties means anything to me, or if I'm now finally in a place where the years flow into each other without major identity crises. Things to ponder...
