July 1st

The beginning of the end.

The end of sleeping diagonally in the bed-- oh, who am I kidding, with two children in my bed, I have NOT had it to myself enough days to sleep diagonally.

The end of worry-free towel use (the purple towel is MINE).

The end of chick flicks available at all times (*sniff* bye bye Mr. Darcy)

The end of eating what I want when I want--again, who am I kidding? I've taken to eating in the pantry just to keep the vultures away (what ten extra pounds? I don't know what you're referring to!).

The end of being the ONLY one who seems to notice when there's a used diaper on the floor...

...of being the only one who recognizes when milk jugs bounce around your feet, the recycling might need to go out.

...of cooking only to be met with "I don't like that".

The end of dragging every child everywhere.

The end of left overs going uneaten.

The end of running out of milk so often, requiring me to drag every child everywhere at hours not conducive to good sleeping habits.

The end of being the only one to lock up at night-- there are so many stinking doors and windows in this house!

...of being the only one who speaks in multiple syllables.

...of trying to video or photograph historic children events with a mini human climbing up my leg.

The end of easy laundry... visions of uniforms with specific washing instructions are dancing in my head.

The end of some very long, soul-searching months.

I love July.

I love that when it's over, the Sexy guy will be back...

which will mean the end


for some unwelcome (squeaky) guests...

Mouse hunt anyone?