I feel a little done. I have something going on every weekend from last Sunday through the 4th of July. I'm happy that the time until my vacation will fly by quickly (I hope) but I'm exhausted and I have barely begun the madness! Last weekend we hit Denver for some breakfast the the Bee and some mall time. Tonight my dad comes in to town and will be here through Friday... at some point I'm supposed to have a meal with him. Tomorrow we have Ian's orientation for middle school and on Thursday we have his commencement party. Saturday we're attending Hannah's graduation ceremony and then next Thursday we have a friend coming in to town for the weekend. The weekend after that we're heading to Colorado Springs to install my sister's theater system for her and her fiance and, the weekend after that, we're off to Disneyland... returning the following weekend. Seriously, my crazy-hectic June is like a whirlwind romance where you stop in the middle and go "whaaaa?" and then just keep spinning because, hey, what else can you do? I just yawned after proof reading all of that... that's how exhausting it is.

People annoy me. This isn't much of a secret, really. I love a few, tolerate a few more... but even with them, there's a line. If that line gets crossed, I'm fucking annoyed. I don't want to hear about your drama in a 6 piece email/text documentary only to find the culmination of your story is so sadly anticlimactic that it makes me want to stab you for wasting my time and energy on caring about something that ended up being, at best, boring. I don't want to be invited to the pity party you're having for yourself this week to celebrate all of your bad decisions. I really, REALLY don't want you to ask me what you should do and then listen to you make excuse after excuse for why every piece of advice I might offer, which YOU ASKED ME FOR, won't work. Clearly, today, I am annoyed.

Also, I get to go to Disneyland in 28 days. I feel better now.

I'm tired with no good reason. Maybe because it's Monday. Maybe because I was painfully lazy all weekend. Maybe because I went to bed late. Who the hell knows. I'm just exhausted today, though. Know what else? I have a TON of stuff to do. A ton.

Late last week one of my SIL's dogs ran through a mud puddle, slipped, and tore all of the ligaments in her knee. Now, $3000 later, she's okay but can't stand more than 2 minutes at a time and Jenni is Broke. With a capital B. Because I like to state the obvious. Anyway, Scott pulled out of the Disney trip, Jenni's participation was less than certain, and this left MIL and FIL without any feasible way to cover their expenses on their existing reservation because it was shared with Jenni and Scott. Mike and I crunched some numbers, called them up and had them cancel... then we booked them a ticket package and we're moving them in to our room. A few years ago this would have been intolerable but now I'm happy and excited to do it for them. We also worked out how to get Jenni to go, too, and I'm just ecstatic that we were able to work it all out for everyone.

I'm tired. Still.

I have NEWS! I have contacts for the first time in a few years. I had gone back to glasses after trying about every kind of contact lens when my preferred manufacturer stopped making them in my power. My power being "blind". So I'm testing out a new manufacturer in my power with my base curve... I have tiny eyeballs. I feel some eye strain and I can't say I LOVE love them... but I think that, for what I want to use them for, I'm okay. I want them for vacation, for being outside in the summer or winter when I want to wear my sunglasses (because transition lenses suck ass) and for driving for long periods. I realize this isn't big news but I'm really tired today so this is all you get.

This is a test...

Ian: Mom, can I have time by myself while we're in Disneyland?
Me: You can have time with your brothers, without Dad and me. Why?
Ian: In case I want to make you something, or buy you something.
Me: Yes, but we'd really like for you to use your spending money on YOU. When we give you money to spend on souvenirs, we're giving you a way to prolong the memories you're making. Souvenirs, even if they're small, help you to remember your experiences.
Ian: I think all of my experiences will be in my tummy.
Me: ...

I am procrastinating. I am so good at this it should be my profession. Procrastinating or Planning. I'm a good planner. I'm not so great with execution sometimes... but I'm an AWESOME planner. Speaking of procrastinating and planning... Disney! I have not procrastinated AT ALL about my Disney trip. Not even a little. Matt, Zach, Ian and Mike are all packed. I am currently waiting for one shirt, a pair of shorts, sunscreen and combs to be delivered and I'll be 100% done. This makes me exceedingly happy. I have to wait until the end of May to book Fantasmic! and the World of Color dining... but then, after that, it's just waiting to leave. I love waiting to leave. I go into countdown mode. I'm happy. I'm excited. Kind of like now but in hyper-drive. I walk around threatening my kids with death if they so much as look at me wrong on this trip and ruin my vacation. I love being a mom.

I'm sitting on the sofa. I shouldn't be. I should be finishing my yummy dinner at Moe's. What derailed my delicious excursion, you ask? Well, that would be my husband. You see, about an hour and a half ago, as we all sat around with our shoes on and aggravated that "all" didn't include Mr. Ian, my husband said "I'll go get him!" and trotted outside to find our errant son. Mike did find him... and Ian busted into the room ready for some good grub. Then it happened. Mike found a friend. He began speaking to the neighbor across the street... AN HOUR AND A HALF AGO. Now, shoes off, I'm posting on my blog about how hungry I am (I am very hungry) and wishing he'd finish talkin' some guy's ear off so I can get my dinner!

I staaaarrrrrvve.

Also, while I was waiting, Zach did this thing that made me laugh.

First: YAY the pink is gone!

Now, the important stuff:
I feel fat. I'm not any fatter than I was a month ago... or even a year ago... but that doesn't really mean anything, does it? I'm walking at least three days a week, given decent weather. I'm counting calories. I'm even eating the delicious and diet Skinny Cow ice cream (omgsoridiculouslygood) instead of my go-to Häagen-Dazs. I AM DOING PUSH UPS! I am not losing any weight. I get the whole "Keep it up!" "Stick with it!" mentality and I regularly give myself pep-talks to encourage myself. Still, I'm annoyed with my lack of progress. I'll try to keep it up and stick with it, though... just so I can say I did.

Because I am of a certain age, I have begun to use a retinol cream. Apparently, retinol will make you look 15 again. Seriously. The adult acne that has popped up all over my chin is proof. Aside from my reaction to the stuff, which I think is more related to fragrance than the retinol, I like it. We'll see how I feel in a few weeks when this stuff has had a real opportunity to work.

Kid Update:
I'm irritated with Matt. I mean, in a proud parent kind of way. He knows he'd be better off financially if he waited until next fall to move to Fort Collins for school, but he's insisting on going this year. This is one of those moments as a parent that suck. You know you can't make the decision for him. You know his decision isn't BAD, just ill-timed. You're super excited that he's going to University at all... and you want to discourage the hell out of him while cheering him on at the same time.

My other two are, remarkably, not annoying the hell out of me lately. This is good. It gives me more energy to deal with Matt's stupid-ness.

Mike Update:
Mike is fabulous. He's annoyed with his hair and that makes me laugh at him. We've been cycling through rather expensive hair product trying to find something he'll like. Really, the issue is that he doesn't like his hair cut... the product is just something to blame. Lucky for him he's going to see David for a cut at the beginning of July. Too bad it'll be after our trip to Disneyland.

DISNEY UPDATE!
The Disney trip is coming up fast. We've got about 6 and a half weeks left to go and I'm already 85% packed. There's a little more shopping I need to do for the trip and a little more planning... but, mostly, we're all set! I'm so glad, too, because I really need a vacation. Mike really needs a vacation. We are both so ready to go!