Life According to Me

I visited my parents at their home this past weekend. It is the home I grew up in. My parents are totally Type A kind of people(see previous post as to what the holy heck happened to me??). They are so organized that their collection of stuff  kept in the garage over the past 40 plus years...is organized. It is seriously amazing.  I totes would like to protest that I didn't get at least 5% of that gene. My husband would settle for any of the laundry  portion of the gene... In an attempt to reduce and further organize, my parents have been cleaning out. Each time my brother or I visit, we are sent home with a box of stuff of ours they have saved up in the ridiculously tidy attic. This past weekend I was sent off with two boxes. The most awesome thing in them...practically every note every given to me in high school. Kid One was confused by what a "note" was and why I participated in such an archaic activity. First I had to remind him that I am old and that we didn'

Back to school is quickly approaching and totally wrecking my summer mojo. Those who know, know that every summer I whisk my family away from the oppressive heat and boredom of our little town and squat at my parents(xoxxo) lake house high in the sierras. My only real connection to reality is social media via my smart(this word is up for debate)phone and the clerk at the market. Late in July, I started seeing peeps exclaim, "Three Monday's till school starts!", and "School supply shopping, DONE." Holy heck, really?? I still don't know what freaking day of the week it is . I know I could completely benefit from that Type A kind of lifestyle. I'd have every one's closet organized by color and season, backpacks would be packed and waiting by the door, lunches made the night before, Kid Two would wear socks that match... Nope. Not gonna happen.  School begins in 12 days. There are no new backpacks, #2 pencils or glue sticks ...and Kid Two has evolved