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?