So I have an electric scooter.

I’ve forgotten to mention that I now have an electric scooter. It came about quite suddenly around our anniversary. We were at a friend’s house a ways away in the neighborhood and were joking about how it was a little too far to walk to easily and Tom mentioned I should get this scooter that he saw on a deal group. Everyone joked about how awesome that would be so I bought it as an anniversary present!

I will say the first time on it was super scary as I’ve never really even tried one of the kids’ manual scooters, but turns out it’s pretty fun.

Anyhoo, it makes it very convenient to bop down to a neighbor’s house for a quick drink.

Guess which one I really want?

Remember we don’t have a tree anymore—last year we got a real tree because we didn’t want to get a new artificial tree until we saw the house where we’d be using it.

My dream would be to have the 14′ tree because our living room can definitely hold it…but $900?! Also, that would limit the tree to that room only. So realistically I’d want the 9′ tree so it could go in either the living room or the front room. Tom doesn’t want either because he wants real trees but those are easily $85-100 a year. So we’ll see.

It took just four minutes.

Well today started out okay with me waking up before my alarm and I got to have some nice leisurely quiet time before the kids got up.

And they showered without much drama and they ate breakfast without much drama and we took school pictures without much drama… And then the shitshow started.

Owen had some technical difficulties dealing with an external monitor and Bluetooth headphones and Google meets and when I asked him if these were the same headphones that he used last year he said yes but they didn’t work for Google meets then either.

YOU THINK YOU MIGHT HAVE TOLD US THAT AT SOME POINT BEFORE THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL?! (What I was screaming in my head—not what I said to him.) But he was completely losing it and this was him just four minutes in to Remote Learning. /cry/ Even though I wanted them home to be safe…THIS. JUST. SUCKS.

But things have gotten a little better since 9:04 AM when it was the worst and I think we might make it through this day without me needing to drink a gallon of margaritas.

I went outside to enjoy the weather in my egg chair…and Owen came out on a break and he seemed much better.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

I’m sure you’ve all heard the quote “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”

Two years ago I would have cringed at posting a non-makeup photo. But after 2+ solid years of 24/7 SeneGence skincare and makeup (the makeup has anti-aging skincare in it, hence 24/7 use), I’m proud and excited to post a makeup-free face!!

I know the lighting isn’t the same but you can still see a huge difference, right?

You guys. YOU GUYS. JUST. LOOK. AT. MY. SKIN! I am flabbergasted.

And the bonus? Look at how goooood my face looks with JUST tinted moisturizer?!

Tonight’s mystery? Pineapple.

So I get home from my haircut and there’s pineapple chunks in the sink. WAIT, WHAT?!

I innocently ask about it. NO ONE HAS ANY IDEA WHERE IT CAME FROM. I say it looks like someone ate a fruit cup and threw out the pineapple. Nope, neither of them. I look in the garbage and yep, there’s a fruit cup on the top. YET STILL NO ONE ADMITS TO IT.

REALLY?! This is getting ridiculous.

New hair who dis?

It’s been about 10 months since I had a haircut. Normally I go about six. I didn’t really notice how bad it was until I tried to straighten it and it was nearly impossible because the ends were so awful. It was also too long—I didn’t think it was but when I looked back at the pics of the last time I got it cut, I liked it shorter… So I did it again. Except I think it’s just a bit shorter yet. It’s great to feel human again.

Also, apparently we have the best lighting in our front yard at 7 o’clock at night.

Moms back to school splurge!

Anna and I have been dying to get back to the salon to get our nails done. For some reason my cuticles turn to crap when I don’t have fake nails no matter what I do… Plus my real nails keep breaking at the base and are painful.

The salon felt safer than most stores I’ve been in. Masks required. Wait outside until you’re called. Temps taken upon entry. Everyone was wearing a mask—CORRECTLY. And they had plastic barriers between each worker and client.