Ugh.

So the day started with a bang. I went to turn on the tv and there it was...the recording of the tummy tuck commercial. Ugh.

Yesterday, Camden gets up and asks me to turn on her show. When the tv comes on, she tells me to stop that I might benefit from this thing on tv because my stomach is kind of up. I pay closer attention and realize this is an infommercial for Tummy Tuck, a waistband that claims to melt the fat away. Thanks Camden. Operation Anoerexia has commenced. Ugh.

Today was a great day at work, we got our bonus from last month and then we got to draw from the money bucket for meeting production goals. We had to stay late, but who cares...I came home $130 richer.

I had to get the stuff ready for the Boys and Girls club second pick up do I start cleaning house in the garage.. As I pondered a late night illegal dump, it dawned on me that our friends have a giant blue dumpster in their front yard because if their recent move and rennovation start. Bingo! Thank you Jeremy and Alicia. Had I known how therapeutic that was to stand in the back of the truck and chunk trash that I have loathed for months, I would have brought much much more!

So back home we went, Cooper in tow, to help them out as Jeremy took their oldest and mine to VBS and Alicia had a photo session.

Aaron texts me in a panic that they need a volleyball. Volleyball at Wilson Park was booted off the agenda much earlier in the day, but I wanted to help so we loaded back up. I was so proud of Harper and Cooper for just chilling next to the court as I squeezed two games in. They even refused Sarah's offer to go to the playground. I know, right?!

As we walked back through the door at home, Gram drops a brand new jar of bread and butter pickles all over the floor. So I kick her out of the kitchen, quarantine the sandy children to the dining room, and start cleaning up glass and the most repulsive smelling liquid ever. I am pretty confident my feet will smell like bread and butter pickles for days. Ugh.

So here we are in the kitchen cooking grilled cheese at 9:30 pm as I explain to Camden that VBS stands for vacation bible school and Harper is making up a freestyle rap involving "VBS and woot woot." I don't know if these girls will ever be in bed, let alone fall asleep before 9 pm ever. School starting is a month away! Ugh.

John: Thanks for leaving the truck here. I'm making good use of it and I promise I will get the oil changed....someday soon. :) We love you. Don't forget to check out the videos the girls made for you. I posted them on Facebook.