Not me, necessarily. I don't teach until September 2, but my meetings start on August 25, so here I am blogging away while the photocopier prints 800 copies of a speech for the next 20 minutes. I have been working from the copy room for 2 hours this morning making thousands upon thousands of rainbow-colored copies and sending eleventy billion (that's the actual number) emails. And YES there is someone who makes copies in this department, but I have a really idiosyncratic method of gathering my materials, and it doesn't translate well to instructions.
I want to go to the pool this week, so I am trying to cram a bunch of work into this 60-degree (WHAT THE FREAKING HELL?) day.
We had another sensational weekend, starting Thursday night at the pool where Jack and Harry dove and belly flopped and I lounged in the sun reading and staring at Facebook on my phone.
As you can see, Beatrix was super bad in the car.
On Friday night after the kids went to bed, we drank several French martinis, and I was tipsy. So tipsy that going to bed, I woke up ALL OF THE BABIES including the dog. Ben slept with the dog, and I slept with Dorothy and Cooper who were both very kicky. But we discovered that the dog sleeps beautifully and doe snot need to use the bathroom and has no accidents if she is on Ben's face and shoulder. SCORE. I knew those separate beds were brilliant.
On Saturday, we bought life insurance from my best friend since first grade.
You know I love zoos, so on Saturday, we went to the Peoria Zoo, where Ben has never been, even though he went to college in Peoria.
These things NEVER get old for us.
Even though we went out to dinner with a friend, I went to bed much soberer and slept in the bed NEXT to this crib all by myself while she slept, too. Ben, though, shared a bed with Beatrix AND Cooper.
She resumed her mischief making as soon as we got back in the car.
Picky Palate cookies and cream peanut butter cookie. You should make these. Probably right now. But you might have to make a store run for pudding mix and white chocolate chips and maybe some Oreos to crush up because you can't crush the Oreos that your kids are counting on being in the pantry, KWIM?
If fall semester started tomorrow (which it DOESN'T), I would be totally ready to teach it!