#literacy got this one less then 10 minutes into the first sandwich i made after i took a break ��

[shinied]

annndd phase 4 for iron moth!

[throughthewwods]

100 Days of Productivity 🏖 . Day 25, 26, 27

✨ it’s official ❣️My grad school acceptance letter finally came! ✨

🎈I start grad school in the fall 🎈

🎉

💚 Been hula hooping and walking each day

💜 Kiddo started her math tutoring, which she was happy about after, so that’s a win

💜 also set up her math rpg gaming account

💜 Got Kiddo outside for fresh air and some peopling

💙 I doodled in the shade while the kids played

📚 submitted my commencement application

⭐️ wrote up a positive feedback letter for a professor towards their promotion

⭐️ bought air filters to make my box fans into makeshift air purifiers in the event we have another wild fire kind of summer

📚 got in touch with one of my professors for a letter of rec toward my masters scholarship

💛 wrote up the second draft to my scholarship letter

⭐️ rearranged my bedroom and made it more cozy

🧡 had a couple helpline sessions

🌟 set up my air conditioner before the heat wave hits this weekend,

which was… cumbersome, but Kiddo was a good sport about letting me borrow her eyes and with our powers combined we managed to get it done!

⭐️ finally hung that Josephine wall tapestry that’s been bunched up on the shelf for ages

💙 nearly finished with Pride and Prejudice

💕 did another movie night

🐾 GSD training somewhere in all that, though not enough

As I attempt to update this, I’m reminded why I write daily. Today is Thursday. I scarcely remember Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.. The chronology is mostly lost to me.

Monday..

with the best of intentions, we took my dog for a walk. He was difficult the whole way. As I shuffle my miscreant pup, mom’ing, rummaging through my bag for my credit card as the espresso machine roars, my phone rings. I have to ask my (hopefully) grad school if they will call me back in 5 minutes. FML 😆 all‘s well that ends well though. I received my acceptance letter later that afternoon. 🥳

Later kiddo sits beneath a shaded tree with a couple other little girls. they whisper amongst themselves giggling. I find a beach to doodle nonsensically, passing the time, briefly recalling that I am still an artist, considering maybe I have been over complicating this with worry Life has carried me away from art. It seems like The only thing missing is that I need to get out of the house more, to simply sit alone in quiet contemplation taking in the environment for inspiration then.. drawing happens.

Kiddo decides to make herself macaroni and cheese on the stove for the first time. Never has a bowl of Kraft been so savored as a 10 year old relishing her self-efficacy with every bite.

Tuesday…

We walked 20 minutes to sushi then had to turn right around because Kiddo forgot her mask. I was silent on the walk back not wanting my cumulative frustration with adolescence and possibly ADHD things become an overreaction.  At home I decide a fair, natural consequence is that she make us tuna sandwiches for lunch. 

I breathe through ‘blind girl’ anxiety  as I battle to install my air conditioner. The air conditioner is winning. The instructions are tiny, blurry, and irksome, but I’m too stubborn to quit. Halfway through I realize it will be necessary to rearrange my entire bedroom to make space for this contraption. Kiddo humors my confused irritability. It’s one of those occasions I am yet again exceptionally grateful for her literacy. When I point to a column she reads the next setup instructions aloud. With the project at long last complete, we both plop on my bed basking in the coolness of our 68 degree triumph.

Later RB treats everyone to a victory dinner. Mmmmmm Grande burritos 🤤

RB has had his own adulting victories that day, but struggles with workplace anxiety. I suggest we both meditate before bed. The fan hum draws us in. He describes feeling the lead of his worry lifting off his chest a little more the deeper he returned to his meditation until he was fast asleep. I feel and anxiousness lifting from my body too, but for me it is the warm lull of safety I have not known nearly enough of in this life. We both awoke we’ll rested.

I’m glad RB appreciates meditation. There was a decent chunk of my life where meditation was a major priority and on my relationship wish list.. then I dated a few douche-y New Age guys and it became less of a boyfriend criteria. In fact, I was pretty determined to never date another self professed ‘spiritual/philosophical guy’ again. 😅 RB doesn’t at all come off as the sort of man who’d practice meditation, so that’s been an endearing, healthy coping mechanism we casually share and support each other in.

Wednesday….

Kiddo has been using the chibi drawing tutorial book RB gave her. On his arrival, she rushes into the kitchen giddy to show him how it’s progressing.

RB and Kiddo watch the popcorn machine with wonder as fluffy kernels explode into the pot. I dig my hands in to toss the Parmesan olive oil, butter and garlic salt. RB grins. He has a fascinated twinkle to his eye saying, “it looks like you’re hunting for your keys”, to which I reply cheekily, “what makes you think I’m not?” I get Jurassic Park 3 rolling. I notice Kiddo uses scooting in for popcorn as an excuse to cuddle with RB and me. My heart is happy. Later the puppy joins us and we are quite the cute little family, all under throw blankets on the sectional, watching dinosaurs eat people.