I am a shitty blogger. Wait, no, I am essentially a non-existent blogger. I have gone from blogging every day, to blogging once a month. I suck. I know the three (?) people that read this blog have felt lost without me. Ha!
So, the month of August has been a tumultuous month, and will continue to do so well into the month of September, that will eventually turn into October, then November, and dammit, i'm not going to have a break until mid-January sometime. Cie la vie (an homage to Monocerdo--see, i can speak French, too! No, not really.)
In this lovely month of August, I have not only been living, albeit barely, in the horrible climate of Houston (read: sweltering hot with a thick layer of humidity), but I have been battling the "i'm-trying-to-get-everything-ready-to-move-into-a-new-house" demon. Financing, paperwork, more paperwork, more financing, home inspections, blah, blah, blah. Fun? No, not really. Exciting? Oh, yes. Very. However, with the prospect of moving into a larger, more suitable home for my expanded family of 4 children and a husband, comes the daunting task of packing up all the shit i've accumulated over the past 6 years of living in this house. The following has been packed: the linen closet, which contained much more varied things than linens, including, but not limited to collectable Barbies, artistic stamping sets, random pillowcases, games, about $250 in leftover material from various attempts at sewing, and hundreds of gift bags which i always promise myself i'm going to reuse, but never do. It was a mess, but I digress. The large bookshelf has been packed, which proved a few things: 1)I have a lot of books, 2) books are heavy, 3) that is where all the boxes went. To books. My books. Many of them. Oh, other things have been done. The plastic margarita glasses have been packed. The girls' toys have been put in plastic garbage bags. I have cleaned out under the bathroom sink and the bathroom closet. You would not believe how much crap I have accumulated over the years. 10-year-old lipstick. Seriously. WHY? And every free makeup gift bag that Clinique has offered in the past 7 years. Under my sink looks naked.
In other news, my chicks are doing splendidly in gymnastics. They both got moved up to higher levels. I'm so proud (insert big smile here). The step-sons are also doing great--we only have them for 2 more weeks this summer, then we go back to the every-other-weekend thing. I think we've all gotten used to the organized chaos of four kids in a 1700sq ft house, so it's really going to be quiet when we have to give them back.
IN other news, Jenna starts kindergarten on the 27th. Listen for the sirens.