Well, here it is.  My newest post...since July 10th!!!!

Hee, hee, hee.  I've been taking it easy and enjoying a summer break.

Which is now over.


And just like that, they're back in school...

(Not all of them, of course).  Eden is attending "Gigi and Dad-dad School".  That's what we tell her because she so badly wants to go to school like her boys.  She even got a backpack.  It's pretty cool.


I was SO ready for school to start.  And also so not readyfor school to start...lunches, morning routines...you know, the usual suspects.

This was the boys bedroom the Sunday night before school at about 5pm.  Urg.

Great big back-to-school fail for this mom this year!  

But, the good news is that there is a reason for my unpreparedness.  (that is a word!  I checked...)  We, last week, had 2 people contact us about our house!  This is really something (I hope) because we do not have our house on the market.  Amazing, I know.

We live in a small town.  Word gets around in small towns.  I guess it's pretty well known that we hoped to sell pretty soon.  Then our neighbors moved (boo) and we got new neighbors.  With friends.  And some of those friends, it turns out, like our house. (yay!)

We aren't ready to move quite yet, (not at all actually) but we've agreed to show it and maybe get the ball rolling on an actual purchase.  So, needless to say, I've been a scrambling fool trying to make all closets seem huge and a basement de-cluttered.  That has been an eye opener!  I thought that we were pretty scaled down around here...we have A Lot of stuff!  And, it goes against every fiber of my being to "stuff".  On more than one occasion I've caught myself doing things like separating my straight pins from my safety pins, modge-podging cardboard boxes with pretty paper to use in my closets so I wouldn't have to buy baskets, pulling out baby keepsakes and reminiscing...sigh.  And then...

Hello, my name is Rebecca and I'm a hypocrite....

This is my wedding bouquet.  Yes it is.  It still looks so pretty, right?  I'm ashamed to admit that I may (I totally did) have encouraged a certain someone to throw hers away... haughtily, I might add.  

"Why?  Why do you need to keep that?  What purpose does it serve?  That's silly!"

So I've memorialized my (almost) thirteen- year- old, dried-out wedding bouquet in photographs, and soon it will be nothing but a memory. (gulp). Why is that so hard to type!?

           I must stay strong.  I must carry on.  I must not keep crusty bouquets.  I will triumph!

**sniff**

Until next time...