A Little Life Update

It is August.  August 1st for me means full-time working, full-time babysitting for the kids, and full-time mom guilt. 

Truth be told, the kids don't really hate it. They get to spend a ton of time at both grandma's and grandpa's houses, not to mention lots of time with the cousins.  But, I still don't like it. 

I just realized that I am whining at 15 actual days of work.  I'll stop now.

In other news...

I had an MRI on my knee the other day.  This situation is somewhat embarrassing, as I have no idea what I did to cause this pain.  Falling down the stairs would be much easier explanation than "I have pain behind my knee that only hurts badly when I try to sit cross-legged, bend (squat) down, or extend my leg out very straight."  I have put up with this little nuisance for a long time now, but last month it started causing my foot to tingle.  That part does not make me incredibly thrilled.

I see the doctor on Friday.  I'm hoping for answers which do not include surgery.

Moving on...

My boys have become somewhat addicted to the Olympics.  I am justifying the constant TV watching by labeling it a cultural only-happens-once-every-four-years event.  Yes, I realize the winter Olympics will be in two years.

And finally....

Next week marks a new experience for us.  We are packing up our little people and sending them on a road trip with Grandpa and Grandma.  We usually go to Illinois to see the fam every summer, but between class, work, and our vacation, it just didn't happen for us this summer. 

My mom, however, was determined to make it happen for her.

And when she asked if she should take the boys along, I did not hesitate for long.

Actually, I don't think I hesitated at all. 

I may have said something like, "Are you serious???" 

I'm not sure why sending the boys away feels different than leaving them at Grandma's while WE go away, but it does.  I am excited for them to have this time with their grandparents.  These kinds of trips were some of my favorite childhood memories.

It's really too bad that those five days are so jam-packed that I will hardly see my husband.

Oh well, there's always retirement.