preparations

This morning I woke up at 7:24am. School starts on Wednesday.  Seven-Thirty is precisely the time that we will need to leave the house.  Hmm...showers, uniforms, hair, teeth, breakfast, backpacks, carpool--all before 8:00am.  Chaotic.

In effort to brace ourselves for these early morning adventures my little friend and I did some organizing. Don't you hate mixing dry ingredients?  For me, that is the most dreaded part of any recipe. 

Laurel helped me put together some pre-made mixes for our favorite muffins and pancakes. She was the raisin girl. 

Now, on those busy school mornings, all I have to do is add the milk, eggs and oil. This will hopefully leave more time for coffee. And err, getting the girls ready in a more orderly manner. (maybe the two go hand in hand)

So, the uniforms are dusted off.

The lunch bags are ready to be filled. The car is washed, vacuumed, and awaiting little passengers.  Everything is prepared...except our hearts- which for the next 2 days, will be bidding farewell to summer.

Love/Hate

What I love about golf:

 

1. It's a lifelong sport.

2. The outfits are cute. (this should probably be #1)

3. Golf is a great way to get exercise (I never played with a cart until I met my husband :)

4. Driving golf carts at high speeds is fun- especially with Carl.

5. When playing I am surrounded by my favorite color.

 

6. You get to be outdoors. (except if it is rainy, windy, frosty, or 105 degrees)

7. The sound of your clubs in your bag going "clankity- clank" when you are walking.

8. The sound of your golf shoes on the cart path going "crunchity- crunch" when you are walking.

9. One must have good etiquette on the course (I like being so proper)

10. Those cute little metal baskets.

What I hate about golf:

1. I pretty much suck!

instead...

I found an old photo album in the garage yesterday.  Mostly, it contained pictures of my oldest daughter Emma (6) when she was a baby/toddler.  I got all nostalgic and gooey. Maybe it is the fact that she is wearing earrings now, or maybe it is that she is getting all of her "big" teeth, or it could be because most days she knows where to find my car keys when I don't- but I felt like time was slipping away.  In 5 days she will march off to 1st grade and part of me is afraid that she will never look back.  (told ya I was all mushy)

It seems like every day there is this constant internal struggle.  How should my priorities line up?  What is most important?  How is my time best spent? 

Because you know that there is always this:

And even more of this:

But how can I resist this?

So, I let the dishes attract a few more fruit flies.  And the laundry sat for another day (sorry Carl- I promise I'll get to the towels tomorrow). 

Instead....

We jumped in my bed and did this.  It was a non-nap and it fit perfectly into that moment. Time well spent.