I love that the only thing on my agenda for the weekend is to work on my vision board. And nap.
I love that my girls get themselves up and dressed for school in the morning. I love that we pack their bags the night before and pre-pack their lunches so everything goes smoothly when I oversleep every morning.
I love eating ice cream with crushed up M&Ms as my entire supper. I blame Rambo.
I love that I have most of the day to go shopping and during that time not one person will yell MOM or MAMA at me. Not. Once.
I love that NFL and college football has started this week!
I love that today is FRIDAY. Tell me how on Earth a short week due to Labor Day makes the work week thereafter seem longer than ever?? Why is that?
I love that both the RNC and the DNC conventions are over. Though I follow politics closely and have strong beliefs, I’m not a fan of conventions where bucketloads of money are spent when the country is in such a rotten economic state. Both parties should have forgone the conferences, collected the money, and put it towards lowering our deficit. Or towards my growing shoe collection. You know – something worthwhile.
I loathe that every day this week my kids have brought home folder upon folder packed with papers upon papers that need to be signed and notarized and fingerprinted and approved by the Attorney General before they are sent back to school the next day. Good God. Anyone ever heard the word SIMPLIFY?
I loathe that even after we were required to buy things like antibiotic wipes, ear buds, flash drives and napkins and paper plates for our kids per their school supply list – that I have a new list which includes more folders, a scientific calculator and book covers. Is the only thing the school supplies anymore the teacher? Oh wait – my taxes pay for those too.
I loathe that we took down the pool this week. I almost did the ugly cry during the whole thing.
I loathe that one of my closest friends is hurting and I loathe that she wants me to talk to her husband for her…because I just don’t know how to approach that.
I loathe white Kit Kats. Rambo brought another one home last night and it is STILL IN THE CANDY DISH. Unacceptable. I must tell him I’ve moved on.
I loathe the feelings behind the words confused, scared, sad, hurt, and betrayed. I loathe that those feelings and those words even exist. I loathe knowing they are a part of life. They suck donkey balls. All of them.
How about you? What are your LOVES and LOATHES of the week?