Welcome to the eighth month of 2011.
School starts in 22 days.
Boy Pop will be in 2nd Grade (OMG!).
We purchased one back to school item up to this point (shoes). They are very cool.
Boy Pop will be spending the next three weeks at a day camp.
An OUTDOOR day camp.
The high temperature today is supposed to hit 107.
It's really hot.
Boy Pop informed me this morning, in the car ride to the camp drop off, that he doesn't like being an only child and that he's perfectly okay with a screaming infant in the house and the fact that said screaming infant wouldn't be able to play with him for several years.
About the said screaming, "It'll just be a second alarm for me."
And he's okay with poopy diapers, too, apparently, as long as he doesn't have to change them.
None of the above statements have any deeper or hidden meaning about our current reality. Nor are any changes to our current reality in the works.
Just got a call from my car service department. Said vehicle was taken in for a loose door handle. And turns out I also have a "collapsed left side engine mount." Thank heavens for Power Train warranties! And loose door handles (not covered by Power Train and therefore will cost $210) without which, the "collapsed left side engine mount" would not have been discovered when I asked them to please run a transmission diagnostic while my car was there getting the handle fixed.
I need to figure out what to make for dinner this week. And then make a grocery list. And then go to the grocery store.
August makes me happy and sad at the same time. Happy because we are this much closer to cooler weather. Sad because it is the end of summer and almost Boy Pop's birthday.
He will be eight.
I need an internet hug. He should still be four.