So, I have one kind of Martha Stewart-ish trick that I trot out as often as I can. It's a good trick and I will tell you about it in a minute. You should care because it's a good trick. (It's about berry stains) Anyway, why, this need that everyone know that I have a Martha Stewart worthy trick up my sleeve?

Here it is: I want to be like her. Not the jail part, but the beautifully organized  color coordinated part. I am not this. I am not this because I have this other desire that is winning (also I don't have the money): I have children with whom I want to spend my time. (Even though they bug the shit out of me sometimes.) I want to read them stories and make them good meals and I want to swim in the river and climb small mountains and grow food in our garden and volunteer an insane amount of hours in their classrooms and in their school gardens. This is where I am choosing to put my time. 

Post party let down is a real thing. And it is so sad. We, at my house, are moping around and feeling super bummed. We just returned from our most anticipated trip of the year. It is 5 days of camping with our people on the most beautiful river. And we are missing it! And we are sad. I know why, but my girls don't know. And the truth is, they're happy to be home too, so they are confused. AKA: Whiny!

We ate amazing food community potluck style every night, we swam in the river and dallied in the sand and we slept in our tent and we listened to really good home grown music every night, but mostly we basked in the love and safety that is our tribe. Our community. It feels so good and so safe and coming home with our small nuclear family is lonely. And boring. And messy and chore filled.

then we all come home from said trip and have to take care of all the bullshit of unpacking and cleaning and on top of that we don't have any damn groceries in the fridge. Fuuuuuck! On a side note about groceries, I was bemoaning the fact that grocery shopping with kids is the woooorrrrst and my girlfriend and I decided to coordinate trips and she would watch my kids for an hour and I would watch hers. Boom! Problem solved.