Like how I saved a ton of money at CVS this week. ($3.47 for $34.45 worth of stuff, with $9.99 in ecb's leftover)
Or how I saved a little bit of money at Giant Eagle this week. (saved $80 on my groceries, spending $110....little more than I like to spend, a little less than I like to save, but it is what it is.)
Or how I've decided on a school plan for next year (uhhh, finally!) and I'm pretty excited to school both my boys at the same time and I know I'll quickly regret that as soon as school starts.
Or the cool things I've planned on our Summer Fun List.
Or the amazing things we did this week (lake with friends (Christine, Marissa, and Robyn) on Monday, playdate at Lynda's on Tuesday, grocery shopping with all the boys on Wednesday, dinner and cake pops with Marissa on Friday, Home Depot Kids Workshop and lunch with Kelly and kids this afternoon).
Or my pretty exciting project plans (console tv rehab, bench rehab, and table makeover).
Or my plans for the kids bedrooms.
Or my amazingly awesome trip we're planning (errr, I'm planning) to visit Gettysburg, Sesame Place, the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island.
But instead I ramble on and on about nothing or everything. But that's how I am. I'm a variety bag of candy. Some pieces are yummy (sometimes I'm fun to be around), some pieces are sticky (sometimes I'm indecisive), some pieces are gross (sometimes, I'm just a witch), but I am who I am. I hope that the bad stuff continues to be less as I feel it does as I get older and the good stuff continues to be greater because all in all, I'm a pretty rad person. Maybe it's weird to toot my own horn (I hate saying toot because I have boys that say it all the time, but it's also funny after hearing Ava call a whoopie cushion a "toot bag"), but really, I kinda have to be pretty awesome...because have you met my kids....pretty amazing and I also have some of the best friends ever in all of the world....so that must mean I'm pretty best as well. :)
Today, however, has been chaotic as the boys are DEFINITELY missing their daddy and when that happens, EVERYONE gets fussy.
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