This week flew by. It's hard to believe, since my kids were home without a single thing to do all week - at least during the day. Evenings still held ballet and Futsal. But our days were filled with some serious lazying-about. We made a trip to the library, did some chores, watched some movies and took Sandy for hot, muggy walks and checked her for ticks.
Here are a few bits from our week:
A friend came over, and I whipped out a can of this wine. Hahahaha. It was just what you'd expect from wine-in-a-can - just a notch above the old Bartles & James wine coolers. Don't think that stopped me from drinking it. We had a lovely chat and swigged that rosé like it was a Monday night in mid-July and our kids were running amuck. All true. All true.
Yesterday, I took my kids and two of their friends to the ice cream parlor in town and then to the park. While they played and/or wandered around talking and sitting poignantly on benches (the 13-year-olds), I plopped down on the grass and read this page-turner. My kids were horrified to see me lying in the grass. Horrified. They kept saying, 'Someone will think you're hurt.' What? I shrugged that off and said they'd better hurry and play or I'd get the notion to go home and do chores.
When you're home with your kids and summer is officially in full-swing and the newness of that has worn off, you've got to start two-a-days. I'm not talking about football; I'm talking coffee. This is when you have to call in the reinforcements. I keep leftover coffee in the fridge, and around 1:00, when my resolve is dwindling and I'm considering letting them download Fortnight, I pour myself a glass over ice and slosh in some cream and power-up.
I read an article over at The Chalkboard Magazine about the 'weird summer beauty product' they're all raving about - hair scrubs. Apparently our scalps need cleansing? I was tempted to buy one of these products, based on the raving, but then I hopped over to Hello Glow and found a homemade recipe and realized I actually had all of the ingredients on hand. I whipped that up in 5 minutes, hopped in the shower and scrubbed away. Readers claimed their hair felt super soft, their highlights looked fresher and their hair was glowing. Readers: my hair looked and felt exactly the same. I have dry hair, though. Maybe this would be helpful for people who lean toward oily hair? Also, don't bother with the essential oils; it's gonna smell like apple cider vinegar. I put heaps of precious frankincense oil in it and now regret wasting it.
Based on that glowing review, do tell me if you try it. :)
This wine is good and jammy, if jammy is a word, which it seems it is because spell-check is not indicating otherwise. It's nice and rich, like a good new-world California wine should be. I give it an 8/10 and would drink it again in a heartbeat.
That's it for me this week. The weekend is upon us with not a thing on the books. Just the way we like it. :)
Here are a few bits from around the web keeping me good and distracted as I tell my children technology is killing our souls:
Do I need a Cuban mop?
This article in The Atlantic on how ADHD affects women in particular is interesting.
From the article:
“For a long time, these girls see their trouble prioritizing, organizing, coordinating, and paying attention as character flaws. No one told them it's neurobiological.”
I loved this article at Wit & Delight on the Secret to Productivity. I think we all have this idea that productivity looks one way, that there is one way to manage our days/weeks to be most effective, but this article and the idea of 'following your energy' is compelling.
I am simultaneously curious and perplexed by potato cake. The only thing stopping me from trying it is the 2 cups of sugar. Am I really going to let that stop me?
That's it for this mama. Sandy is, of course, asleep by my side. The kids are sleeping later with the summer break, and I love these mornings with Sandy, as I sit and type and peruse and drink coffee all in a quiet house. I'd tell you that the sun is filtering through my window right now. leaving dappled rays across Sandy's face, but the truth is that it's slightly overcast and the sprinklers are going, reminding me I live in the suburbs, not a mountain cabin in the French Alps.