Woke up, ate breakfast, got bike seat fixed, cleaned a little.

Now going to attempt nap.

Amusing toddler overreaction of the day -

Dylan, carrying my button-down pajama top: This is Mommy's shirt! I want put on Mommy's shirt!
DH: Okay, do you want some help?
Dylan: Want do it myself! Shirt goes over head!
t attempts to put unbuttoned button-down shirt over head. fails.
DH: Dylan, this kind of shirt doesn't go over your head.
Dylan: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! t runs into bedroom, slams door

I really can't wait until he's a teenager.

The shirt, like the cake, is a lie.

Sleep accomplished - 0%
Coffee accomplished - 50%

It's going to be a long Sunday.

Sleep accomplished- 150%

Cleaning accomplished- .05%

Yikes, Lee! That's a good ending to the story, though.

At least Dylan approves of your fashion sense, Jessica?

It's July 12, and I'm in jeans, a long-sleeved tee, and a sweatshirt. I am not amused.

I don't seem to be napping . I may go to target.

Life of Birds is currently featuring an inflatable parrot. I approve.

I hear you, Amy. The sun is out so I was fooled into going outside with short sleeves. Mistake.

Dishes washed.

The Boy stung by bee (outside; we don't have an apiary).

Baking soda paste applied to sting.

The Boy monitored for anaphylactic shock. (He's never been allergic to bee stings before, but you never know when one might develop.)

The Boy going back outside. Possibly to have a duel with the bees.

Me for shredding junk mail, I think.

Mother of the groom-to-be is shocked, SHOCKED, that the end of her contracted time means she has to be cleaned up by then and out the door.

Dude, don't drive over my flowers!

This side gig is not good for my b.p.

Well, the apartment is as clean as it's going to get, which is... not particularly clean. Oh, well.