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 Today was better.  I got both the eldest child and his backpack into the car.  Before anyone starts patting me on the back, let me remind you that "pride cometh before the fall."  I am not a graceful "faller."  Six feet is a lot of body to get to the ground, and yes, that's my "basketball" height.  But where was I?  

Oh, right, I got Sawyer to school basically on time with his backpack.  However.  However, upon getting out of the van, I noticed the boy's bedhead, toast on his face, the stained shirt I had him change out of was exchanged for another stained shirt, and his shorts had a hole in the booty.  Okay, two holes.  

"Saaaawyeerrrrrr."

"What?"

"You look like a ragamuffin."

"So? I'm never embarrassed."  

And with that we went inside.  

Mind you, this is the second day in a row he wore shorts with a hole in the booty.  Apparently he has been saving his "good" shorts for at home use.  And I'm the mom who waited until we were walking into the building to check.  Class.  Act.  We have no secrets.  

Speaking of secrets, for a brief moment today my life flashed before my eyes.  I was experiencing internal bleeding.  I was sure of it. Here's a little public service announcement/reminder for you as you enjoy the bounty of your fall gardens.  Beets go in.  Beets come out.  Just keep that in your back pocket.  And if you need a clarifying video, I definitely recommend watching this: 911 Beets Emergency.

I'll have to leave you with that while I put the girls back in bed for the sixth time...Not that I'm counting.  

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