It’s hot. It feels much hotter in Alabama than it did in Georgia. We’re staying as cool as possible.
I was 3 and that’s all the hair I had.
Matt’s training is going great in Georgia, but we miss him. He did find out today that employees of his company and their spouses get 50% off Weight Watchers. Just when I thought I was safe, they pull me back in. I’m not even thinking about it right now because I want a break, but maybe I’ll return to it in the future.
Spending time with my parents is interesting. I feel like a teenager all over again. Seeing Quinn spend time with them is priceless. She tries really hard to say Grandaddy, but Ghandi comes out.
I’ve never in my life seen such a competitive rental market. Who knew?
It’s very disheartening and the main source of my stress right now. We just need a safe place to live.
Quinn is napping and after she wakes up, we’re off to “town” for lunch. I kid you not, only 2 cars have passed my mom’s house in the last 30 minutes. I’m way homesick for Atlanta and our old apartment. So much so that I get teary thinking about it. Moving on is hard.
Tomorrow- my thoughts on disordered eating and how parents influence their kids more than they know.
Stay cool, friends!