Glocks, pistols, 9mm—just another casual topic of conversation among six moms at our homeschool co-op playground meetup. Before today, I had no idea they were so well-versed in pink designs, extra clips, and fun sizes. I sure as heck am not. But that’s what you get for joining a co-op minutes from an Air Force base. Turns out, these ladies are full of surprises.
Speaking of surprises, I’ve been on a mission to fix my feet. Like the good girl I am, I’ve got my toeless socks on, their rubbery heels pressing against mine, promising a moisturizing miracle. But after a few nights of meh results, I upped my game—slathering on Aquaphor before peeling the sock on. All this after wielding the cheese-grater side of my foot peeler Christmas gift. You remember the one, right?
Tonight’s attempt at smoother feet was round two. The goal? Just tackle the hardened, rough skin—the same patches that make my bare feet against clean sheets feel like a nails-on-a-chalkboard situation. Realistically, I know the only real fix would be to stop barefoot gardening. The sand dries them out. But I don’t wanna! I like my Huck Finn ways. Some problems aren’t meant to be solved—just mitigated.
Unfortunately, my feet aren’t the only thing that needs fixing. My throat has decided that nighttime is prime time for misery. The moment the sun sets, it revs up like a chainsaw, hacking away at my tonsils. There’s no actual heavy machinery back there, but my body sure is acting like there is.
That same resistance shows up in my Spanish learning, too. Right now, I’m a cat with its fur up, growling and clawing at reflexive verbs. But I have to learn them. They’re necessary for saying the most basic things—waking up, showering, getting through the day. To move past my frustration, I’m adding a few at a time, memorizing their spelling, and practicing conjugation. It’s really freaking hard. But breaking it down into a slow, steady pace is the only way I’ll actually get anywhere.
At least today had its bright spots. A bit of work, some excellent talks with the military moms, delicious butter chicken made by Dave, and perfect weather—it balanced out nicely.
And now, my favorite part….bedtime.
Pero primero, necesito cepillarme los dientes.
Besos, Jaclynn
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