My dog is howling in the laundry room. She’s decided she doesn’t like to sleep alone but we don’t trust her yet loose in the house. I’m all packed up to head out to Ruthanne’s house tomorrow for the Shoot Shop Workshop, and I’m sitting in the dark. Everyone is in bed.

Here’s my week from Instagram.

Hard at work.

Hard at play.

It’s raining baby birds. We found four.

We tried to put them back. They kept falling out. They all died.

She said, “Mama, I’m helping Owen but I am not poking my eye out.” Obviously she has heard that phrase a time or two: don’t poke you’re eye out!

Flashback to 1990. I’m thinking of reinacting this photo soon and doing a side-by-side comparison. I’m so bummed I no longer have those parrot earrings. And how about that denim jumper. It’s like I was destined to be a homeschool mom.

Linking up with Life Rearranged.

and

My Home Sweet Home Online.

Yesterday Ruthanne came over and we practiced our slide show for the Shoot Shop that is this Saturday!!! Cue the nerves. When I agreed to do this with her I didn’t actually think about all the talking out loud in public I’d be doing.

In front of people. Making sense. Using words. Terrifying.

Thank goodness Ruthanne is very organized. She tells me what to do and I do it. I like it that way.

I’ve read that it’s good to get outside your comfort zone every once in a while. I feel like I’m doing that a lot lately. Starting my own business, going on a Ladies’ Retreat, flying to another state for a blog conference (in October).

I’ve even let my son start baseball. I go to practices. I will soon be going to games. I might be expected to cheer him on. Out loud. In public.

I think I’d much rather hide at home clipping my toenails.

Or watching her clip her toenails.