After traveling for the better part of 5 weeks, this sums up how I am feeling:
In the light of the moon a little egg lay on a leaf.
One Sunday, July morning the warm sun came up and -pop- out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar.
She started to look for some food.
On Monday she ate through one bowl of Honey Smacks, but she was still hungry.
On Tuesday she ate through two Luna bars, but she was still hungry.
On Wednesday she ate through three pieces of mushroom pizza, but she was still hungry.
On Thursday she ate through 4 chocolate chip cookies, but she was still hungry.
On Friday she ate through 5 cheese crackers, but she was still hungry.
On Saturday she ate through one piece of angel food cake with fresh blueberries, rasberries and whip cream, one best ever peach Mohito, one bagel with whipped cream cheese , one slice of pimento cheese toast, one helping of a shrimp boil, one 6″ tuna Subway, two cups of vanilla flavored coffee, one chicken and cheese quesadilla, one pancake that she claimed she only ‘tasted,’ and one large slice of watermelon.
That night she had a stomachache.
It’s Monday again, and the stomach ache has subsided and it’s back to the normal routine (which reads eating healthy, drinking water (not beer) and returning to the world of exercise). As Britton says, ‘let’s hope we aren’t going anywhere again, anytime soon.’ We’re here to stay.
At least this week.
We had a blast spending the holiday weekend with my bestie Courtney and her family- who were so gracious to invite our whole zoo to infringe upon their quiet holiday weekend at 30A. The weather was fabulous (which you don’t hear someone often say in the dead of summer round these parts), the boys got along even without napping for three days, the dads were happy and we all went, went, went all weekend long. One of the best beach vacations ever- which is why it felt like just that- a vacation.
It’s hard to believe that summer is already half way over.
Independence Day the 30a way.