Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Ninety-One
Battery low.
Mentally preparing for another hot one.
Second to last day. I let him drive to school. it’s just the two of us. Probably one of the last times we will make this trip to the high school together.
I think I figured it out. I think I might have actually figured it out.
This season is going to be a rough one. It’s only the first week of June.
When I get home, I can hear the planes flying overhead. The fire is close, but not that close. I can feel a little bit of my anxiety creeping in.
So sweaty.
It will all be worth it in the end. At least I get to do it with this group of moms that know how to get things done.
Black balloons, veggie burgers, the machine.
When am I going to get that done?
