I personally am not a big fan of the way the last couple of weeks have been going. The boys and I made a trip to one set of grandparents' in Kentucky (since most of my readers were actually there, this is not news), and now the other set of grandparents is here, and the boys' tempers are very, very "off." Adam decides in mid-bite that he doesn't want to eat that anymore (whatever it is), and Mark screams and refuses to do anything. I think the excitement has them completely over-wrought. Add to it that Daddy and Grandpa M are building a swingset in the back yard, so I don't have much of a break. I know. I don't have a break when Daddy's off to work. But they don't act like this either...
And I have a hoop to finish before the 25th (before then, really) that is missing a bunch of parts. (Ericka, if you're reading this, do you know where they are?)
And a newsletter that I have to get done soon.
And donors to find and tickets to sell for a terrific event in September to raise money for Riley (anyone want to buy a ticket? They're only $5).
But the title refers to something else.
The first full day Grandma and Grandpa were here, Mark was in the yard and told them, "I'm not a fan of big bugs."
Yeah. Me neither.
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