Kindergarten starts in a few weeks for Mia.
Preschool starts in a few weeks for Lauren.
I am 30 weeks pregnant.
We still don't have a vehicle that will hold all three children and their respective (gargantuan) carseats.
July has had an average daytime high temperature of one-hundred-and-seventy-nine degrees. (Says Sarah the Meteorologist.)
And that doesn't include the heat index.
All students in the Joplin School District are receiving ALL of their school supplies as donations through our Bright Futures Adopt-An-Eagle program.
I cannot eat enough watermelon to maintain satisfaction.
But my belly looks like a watermelon anyway.
The swimming pool feels too warm.
I keep forgetting to shave my legs, and refuse to wear anything other than short-shorts with tank tops.
I do not forget to shave my underarms, thank heavens.
We have no baby boy nursery yet.
We are running out of time.
But the girls love the new 'playroom' that is the baby's future home.
I cannot see my feet.
I'm cool with that.
We found another dead animal in our yard: a headless, juvenile opossum.
We think it was decapitated by an owl.
Our floors have been re-floored this week, and BOY am I glad that's finished.
My pelvic bones are crunching together in a side-by-side grind these days.
I'm not cool with that.
Hence, the waddling.
I plan on making this sometime this weekend, and consuming it with zero assistance, whatsoever.
(Hence, the extra waddling.)
What's running, rampant and unedited, through your mind on this last Friday of July?