(Also pronounced Keep Out). This is what was written on the sign my 6 year old made to tape on the couch cushions of his fort set up today....all the while wasting the afternoon away with fruit loops in his fitted ninja costume with his spider man mask. Sometimes to me he is the boy version of the character Eloise in my most favorite of all times book. I love his imagination.
The summer went by fast, but for some reason this last week left before school starts seems to be moving the slowest. I had meant to update all kinds of things on this blog but never quite felt up to it....in fact I'm actually not really in the mood to write anything now either. I'm boring even myself. (Yawn). But I did just reread a few of my own posts to see where I left off and got myself a little teared up, and I was thankful to have those memories written down.
What I should be doing is soaking up every second of this non-scheduled week, (oh wait, there's still softball and soccer...year round seasons here f.y.i.)...but I'm finding myself feeling anxious...
Anxious for the not knowing if I'm working again in the fall, or if Lanie will find a softball team, or if I can get Josie to use the brakes: (in driving and with dating), if my boys will ever stop pounding on each other, if the ceiling on my van will ever stop peeling off, if my right ear "deafness" will ever go away....
Ugh. Enough. It is what it is. And Rylan's sign was just the reminder I needed.
Worries: Kip Awt.
For tommorrow has enough trouble of it's own.
