I spent the entire day just trying to organize my life for the rest of the month. I cleaned out fridges, ordered groceries, did laundry, made to do lists for the rest of the month, set some goals and, yes, I realize it’s August 17th. Better late than never.
I’m now in bed at 737 because I set a goal for myself to get up and walk the dog before it’s too hot outside and before the kids are squirrelly because they don’t wanna walk for as long as the dog does. The only way I see this working is for me to get bootscooting first thing. This walk will have to be precoffee and if I come home with a bloody handprint volleyball as my best friend after 4 years, no one in my family would be surprised. No one.