Things I Love Thursday: Summer, Color, and YAAAAAY!
50% of my boys are out of school for the Summer, and the other two are hanging on by a thread until June 17th.
But the pools are open, sweatshirts are packed away, and there are icy pops on every end-cap of the Target grocery aisles.
Summer has arrived, y'all.
And if this Things I Love collage doesn't just scream all things fun and sun and summertime, then nothing in all the land ever will.
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WHEN YOU'RE ASKED TO BRING A SIDE DISH
If you know me then you're well aware that I'm a dessert bringer. Let's not fool around with the notion that I have a healthy side dish to whip up, let alone the ingredients on hand. I want to be this person, and I want to be better. But my mind hears party and delivers a chocolate trifle. It's just how my neurons synapse.
However, there are times my friends forget this and say, "Can you bring a side dish?"
I like a good challenge, so I say you got it.
Pinterest helped me with this lil delight two summers ago (because last summer were all miserably alone, remember?), and I'm excited to give it a go again.
Someone invite me to the thing. I'll bring the daggum side dish. Whoop Whoop!
I think I've proclaimed a handful of times that my phone screen reads Type 1 (Perfectionist) after hitting the results button on the Enneagram test a time or two.
Can I retract that from the record, your honor?
Because my phone was wrong-ish.
While I may err heavy on the side of wanting things done the right way (which resulted in some occasional Type 1 results), I've come to believe that when the majority of them suggest I'm a 3, then I must be a 3. And then when I listened to a podcast about Type 3s and felt 100% validated and not like a total weirdo, I caved and accepted my THREEness.
All of this to say, unlike the paragraphs above, threes like it when things are efficient and get to the point.
Like this bag.
And this one, too:
IT'S SUMMER. THE KIDS WILL USE ALL THE CUPS.
I have tried all of the things:
Labeling the cups,
Making them drink with their cupped hands,
Forcing them to wash their tossed aside cups
Giving dehydration a whirl....
But nothing works.
My kids cannot muster a sip of liquid from a cup unless it is fresh out of the cabinet.
We have cups from all of the places: concession stands, orthodontist office swag, other people's houses...
So we really don't need any, but these just look cool.
Maybe I'll assign everyone a color for the day. So that they can ignore it. As well as all of the food in the fridge and pantry when they ask if they can Door Dash Jersey Mikes to the house. (No.)
Someone please tell me I'm not alone here.
Teach me your secrets.
To all of the folks who have Ussery kid towels at their homes:
I'm sorry we are slobs, and you're welcome for the towel.
We are currently running low. These were a great option for something that was unique yet similar enough that hopefully the boys can remember that they are of the striped towel clan.
CLEANING CAN BE FUN! PSYYYYCH. BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE AS UGLY.
These lil' cuties....
are for these types of people...
Every marriage is made up of a scrubber and a soaker.
I didn't link it, but I got mine at Publix, and I've seen it at Target.
As a North Carolina native, I thought it would be a version of shade throwing to my home state to not at least sample this, considering NC is the birth place of Krispy Kreme. And aviation. Both equally important, right?
First in Flight.
And first in line when the HOT! NOW! sign is lit.
This lil' snack received a 5/5 from my carpool boys yesterday, and believe me, those jokers will tell you the truth.
Like..."Mrs. Erin, please don't sing to us."
Enjoy the day, folks!
Hope it's a good one!
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