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than yesterday.  My personal pep talk kicked my derriere.   I am down to two piles in our bedroom.  I filled a bag for the donation bin, two bags of trash, a bag of recycling, and the boys and I filled five bags with weeds.  Hubby mowed the lawn.  We’re kicking ass and taking names.  Well, we mow the lawn every week, but I’m counting everything.

Stuff for VBS is practically together, which is good since it starts tomorrow.  The boys and I had a lot of fun together today.  They helped me at church getting things set up (after a bunch of folks moved the tables into place for us-thank you!).  We bagged the weeds we pulled yesterday.  Younger son had set up his own chore chart last night and completed five of them.  We had a fun dinner, watched Crashbox, Ninjago, and Destination Truth.  Bedtime went well.  Older son couldn’t keep his eyes open while tucking him in to bed.  Younger son needed one more glass of chocolate mile meaning I had to turn off Night of the Comet.  So I watched the tuned into the Olympics.

Yes, my jaw dropped when McKayla Maroney landed on her butt.  And then I wept when Kirani James asked for Oscar Pistorius’s name tag.  That was a beautiful moment to watch.  Tomorrow night I’ll watch the uneven bars if they air after I am home from VBS.

And so my perspective realigned again.  No need to let the piles bother me too much.  They’ll go away if I make them.

By the way, did you see that Ragu commercial where the kid walks into his parents’ bedroom at the wrong time?  Yes, it is making me think about Ragu but certainly not about eating it.  Good grief.

And how uncomfortable are the outfits the women gymnasts have to wear?  To flip and twist and run in those outfits?  Then when they finish, they have to find a spot without a camera so they can “adjust” the backside.  Again, good grief.