Ah, I feel better after my whiny rant yesterday. All of the kind, encouraging comments made me feel like less of a failure on the home front. It's good to commiserate, to know I'm not the only mom frustrated by the constant chaos, demands, cleaning and feeding. Now that I got things off my chest, we can return to our regular programming...
So much strawberry jam--I left the jars on the counter for days because they made me so proud.
Mr. B's team took 2nd in a baseball tournament and they have another one this weekend.
Mr. T is safely ensconced at Bible Camp. He was headed out to fish when I bid him adieu.
The Bumbles will be(e) here tonight. Photos to come. I have the most darling little gifts for my book club. For those of you who care, we read Jean Thompson's The Year We Left Home which in my view is superior to Jonathan Franzen's Freedom in so many ways.
Raspberries, peas, zucchini. Lots of them.
A pile of weeds dug out where zinnia seeds didn't grow. I tore out a forest of volunteer dill. The smell was positively overwhelming. Consequently, I took advantage of the great deals at my favorite greenhouse up the road and replanted it with perennials.
The prairie is in full bloom.
The boys are done with summer school tomorrow and soccer on Saturday.
We have so many hopping frogs.
And mice. I miss Violet. Jax is a miserable mouser.
Mr. G turns 7 tomorrow.
My kitchen is finally clean.