Wake up and realize it's Friday - thank the sweet baby Jesus. Look around for Bea and don't see her; assume she's gotten up already and run off to find her Kindle. Stretch, flop hands down on covers, hear "aaahhhhhouhhhchhhhhh" and realize that Bea is actually buried underneath them. Whoops.
Neither child is excited to be awake; lots of groaning and pterodactyl-like noises indicate their displeasure. Dudes, it's WATER DAY at camp. Wake up and be excited. Oh, and let me sunscreen you 'til your skin is about three shades lighter than it normally is. Bea is goofy - she loves to have her "back neck" sunscreened because it feels good. She's going to grow up to spend a lot of money on massages.
Bea has left her listening ears somewhere. I lose count of the number of times I tell her to brush her teeth and put on her shoes. There is a lot of sobbing (not from me), and then the awesome yellow camp bus pulls up to the house and makes the lack of listening ears someone else's problem for the day.
Iced coffee and cherries for breakfast while dealing with today's work agenda. These cherries are awesome. My morning calendar is not. Why are there so many meetings on a Friday morning?
A short break between calls means I can firm up tomorrow's plans to make and consume some boozy popsicles. Damn you, Buzzfeed, for your list of delicious recipes.
Since I skipped spin class last night, I'll do my own at the gym during lunch. I end up doing this pretty frequently, mostly 'cause I know that the music during my own spin class won't have any Hall & Oates and that Bill Who Is At Every Class won't have already claimed the good bike under the fan.
This afternoon it's time to finally delve into the online Java class I've registered for. We're required to do 40 hours of education each year, and this is what I want to learn. Yay, free MIT classes online. Oh internet, is there anything you can't do for me?
Tonight I'm looking forward to parking my butt on the porch and reading. Had to put down the novel I started yesterday before I was ready, thanks to Bea's penchant for discarding her shoes + bees hovering around on the clover in the front yard. Also, I was sort of distracted by the crowd of kids on my front porch playing My Little Pony. (Please note that none of these children were Bea or her friends. Nor were they all girls.)
I've got a stack of books I've been plowing through this summer; I love being able to read something that doesn't involve software engineering and user assistance, and that does not require grading. Although, I sort of wish I could give a big, fat F to John Warley for his ridiculously trite and poorly edited "A Southern Girl." I kind of need to give myself an F, too, for continuing to read every one of its 392 annoying pages.