The boys are still in jammas, watching promotional videos that were part of the swag from the BlogHer conference. I'm sitting here muttering curse words under my breath, stupid motherfuckers, where are they?, waiting for the dishwasher guy to come and rescue from a destiny of quickly-aging hands and steamy facials.
I'm still not quite "here," still dreaming of cool breezes and foggy mornings. God, I love San Francisco. Dreaming of Adult Conversation and not wiping other people's booties.
I'm still working on the unpacking aspect, and stumbled across my favorite thing I brought home...
I love art. I love red. This couldn't be more perfect for me. And Annie Galvin makes beautiful, beautiful pieces.
But, I'm home. And I'm readjusting to Kansas. With grilling, and making ribs this weekend. Good old-fashioned Kansas City Barbecued Ribs. Yum. Must make baked beans. Can't have ribs without baked beans.
I think, now that Griffin goes back to school in less than three weeks, I've come to terms with Summer. Trying on lazy days and an unkept home in lieu for hours at the pool and evening walks to the playground.
The unkept home though, that's the hardest. Trying to be all cool mom and not OCD-freaking-her-shit-out mom over clutter and shelving that would not pass the White Glove Test.
In anycase, now I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs waiting for the dishwasher man, when what I want to be doing is a big run to Tar-jay to get Griffin school supplies. New crayons, new markers, new beginnings. I love fall.
And not having highs in the 90's would be lovely too.