note to self

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Sometimes I forget this. Especially at this point in the semester. And this point in our lives to be exact. We have had so many changes occur over the last few weeks, my mind feels like it is permanently on the spin cycle of the wash. (Speaking of that, you should see the pile of laundry at our house.) Anyway.

Tyler is working so diligently to finish up his last semester of school. He comes right home, plants himself on the couch, and does homework until the wee hours of the night. (Sometimes I see him sneaking a peek at ESPN, but give the guy a break.) We close our laptops just long enough to share a meal, and then we are back at it. And by "meal" I mean 3 nights of leftovers accompanied by a hotpocket and diet pepsi. However, I must admit...we sort of love this life we're livin'. A lot. It is hard to believe that Tyler will be a college GRADUATE one month from today. You better believe we have been saying that word around here a lot lately. (Graduate. Graduate? Graduate!)

Sometimes I just wish I could do everything. Some days I would take that over being able to do anything. I have prided myself on remaining relatively calm all semester, but I have recently entered into that inevitable whirlwind panic mode where I just calculate in my head all day, adding and subtracting hours, thinking that there is nooo possible way I can do all that I need to do in this tiny amount of time. Nooo possible way. Do you know what I am talking about? Am I losing my mind a little bit? Homework is going to be the death of me, I tell ya.

he's sexy and he knows it

I'm going to make a confession here, ladies.
I did not marry a fashionista. Or whatever the male version of that word is.
Most of the time I am grateful that Tyboy doesn't have much fashion sense. That means I never have to pretend that I love an ugly Christmas sweater because he knows better than to buy me one in the first place.

I was just browsing through some old pictures on my phone and I came across these bad boys.
I am not lying to you...these are the outfits he came up with. Sad thing? He was being dead serious.

Let's see, in round one we have stripes and plaid. Don't worry, I didn't even consider letting him out of the house dressed that way.

In round two, a sweater and plaid shorts. Yes a sweater. It was summer. And he may or may not have had an emotional attachment to those plaid shorts. They might come up missing one of these days.

Round three, I believe he was giving me the "you can kiss it if you don't like my style" motion. Yep, looks like that's exactly what is happening there.

Round four, he gives up. And poses for a picture. Leaving all fashion sense to the woman of the house. Smart move on his part, really.

Tell me ladies, what am I going to do about this dilemma?

Good thing he has such a good lookin' face, that man.