Summer was sweet.

by Leslie

Jack and the blue popsicle.

Grimmershot kids.

Absolute adorableness.

Total cuteness.

The girls.

Another year of school began for Julia and Lucy on Tuesday. It made headlines!

Our Weekly Family Newspaper

Well, at our house, at least – in our very own newspaper.

Julia and Lucy on the first day of school

Julia is in sixth grade this year. Lucy is in second grade and she lost her first tooth today.

Lucy lost her first tooth!

It had been wiggling for a while, but a fall on the playground at recess may have expedited its removal. (Notice the fat lip and bloody gums?) That was okay by her, though. She had waited long enough to lose that tooth!

We had a lovely summer and I keep saying banal things about it being over too soon, but it was. Boys of Summer by Don Henley came on the radio as I pulled away from the middle school this morning and I’m getting up every day at 5 a.m. That’s about as far as you can get from camping on the beach which I did in July, but still haven’t even told you about!

Geez. I need to get my shit together.

Back to School Bedtime Plan

I’m at my best when I get 7 to 7 1/2 hours of sleep. I’m annoyed by how much it screws me up when I get much more or less than that, lately. If I could live according to my own circadian rhythm, I’d go to bed around 2 a.m. and sleep until 9 a.m. That doesn’t happen much. I don’t really mind, though. I don’t like getting up early, but I like being up early. (That makes sense, right?) And I prefer to be up and at ’em before the kids. The whole family agrees that life is better this way.

The kids need around 10 hours of sleep. This year, Julia is using her own alarm clock to get up. It goes under her pillow and vibrates in addition to making a sound, so she can get up without waking her siblings which she loves. She loves it so much she’s been cutting sleep short for a slice of alone time. Now, Lucy is requesting her own alarm clock so she can get up before Julia. I know getting the sleep they need is important, but I’m just rolling with this. It’s easy to be the early riser when wake up time is 8 a.m. I think it’ll all shake out by the time we’re getting up at 6 a.m.

I had an exceptionally bad day (or two) where I simply could not stand myself. I felt too disgusting and repulsive to show my face in public and I felt anxious when I had to. I clung on the verge of tears and tortured myself with evidence that I am good at and for nothing.

Dave watched me empty my drawers and cry because nothing I put on made me look like anything other than me. He tried to hug me. He said he loved me. I told him I couldn’t understand why. It probably wasn’t his best day (or two) either.

When he left for work, I was certain he felt glad to go and get away from me. Who wouldn’t? But he came home and surprised me by taking the next day off to be with me. I didn’t even want to be with me! And he sent me roses.

Roses from my lover

I wish I could say that flipped my happy switch back on, but I was still a bit moody. Also loved. Very, very loved.

We were out of sugar, so Julia used honey to make the brownies. Also cinnamon.

Julia's Bad, Bad Brownies

Cinnamon.

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