-    I cannot find my shoes.

-    I have not brushed my hair today either.

-    And by “shoes” I do mean “ragged old flip flops.”

-    I haven’t been able to find a new pair of flip flops. In a store, I mean.

-    I’m really really picky about flip flops. They have to not feel weird between my toes. The ones I have are keds, but I don’t think keds makes them anymore.

-    I also haven’t found a pair of nice non-flip-flop sandals yet this summer.

-    Or a bathing suit.

-    I haven’t actually owned a bathing suit in years—maybe seven or eight years? Let me think. The last time I bought a bathing suit Abigail was a baby, but I wore it (on rare occasion) for a couple of summers after that. So I guess it’s probably been more like six years since I had one.

-    Why yes, yes we do live in southern California. But not right on the beach or anything. It takes probably ten minutes to get to the beach from here. Not that I would want to go there without flip flops or a bathing suit.

-    Sigh.

-    On the plus side, two of the kids slept past nine o’clock this morning! Unfortunately it was the older two, and the younger two were up at six. But still. And yes, now the little ones are tag-team napping—one napped, then woke up just in time for the other one to fall asleep. But still. Still. It’s something.

-    You know what else is something? Weekends. And we’re going to have one. Because that’s what happens after Friday. I’ll take it.