A Cup of Jo's "How to Write a Condolence Note"
My uncle recently passed away and I'm still amazed with the outpouring of support by family friends. I now truly know the smallest, most simple gesture can end up meaning the most.
Friday started out just right but then came to a halt when I called to check the status of our new couches. (I mean, they should be here by now! I even chose the "quick ship" fabric!) It took 3 phone calls to the barn of pottery for them to realize that they have misplaced them. As in, they don't know where they are. Yes, my two silver taupe Chesterfield couches are at large. POTTERY BARN HAS LOST MY COUCHES. Is Phoebe behind this, or am I just a magnet for mishaps?
I've started looking around and gathering ideas for fall planters and hopefully will have my little situation remedied in a couple of weeks. Here's a few ideas and a link to my Pinterest board in case you need help too.
|Source: The Graceful Gardener|
|Source: Southern Living|
|Source: Mahoney's Garden|
Life is crazy, school is back in session, and I'm back to the balancing act of dinner, homework, and nightly activities. If there was ever a time for a Weekly Menu, it's now. After finishing this menu last night, I felt a little weight lift off my shoulders because it's one less unknown for the week. Hope it helps give you some ideas too.
This morning feels like a legitimate Monday. It's an odd feeling because for the past two months of summer, we've been living as if every day were Friday. Even worse, I got so off track last week that the days didn't even have a feel. I really had to think hard about what day it was. I'm taking that as a good sign that we've had a great summer. I'm not ready at all for our carefree days to go away, but I guess it's fitting because school starts next week and it's time to get back on a regular schedule. Ugh.
I ordered Vaughn a new backpack and lunch box last night that she loves and I cannot stand. It was hard spending good money on something so...mint green. But she explained to me very rationally, "Mama, sometimes I like different things than you". Tru dat, baby girl. Can't believe she's starting 2nd grade and that Vance will be a 5th grader.
By the end of today we'll have all of our supplies bought and will be up to our ears in bouquets of sharpened pencils. Can't wait!