12:45am and all is well.

I enjoy being in the kitchen super late at night, simply for the calming peace of the absolute quiet and the smell of freshly baked bread at midnight. And one o'clock.

Every time I read my friend's blog (link!), it makes me want to write like she does. Maybe it's about time that I try just writing what I'm thinking. Most of the time. And maybe without some of the four letter words that appear sometimes... maybe.

I got a sunburn on the weekend (I spent enough time outside to get a sunburn; imagine that), and now it's crazy itchy. Just in time to get another one, I guess. Maybe this time I'll be smart about the sunscreen, and not care so much about the awesome people around me and building memories. Probably not.

There's a boy here (staff, actually) who has an anaphylactic allergy to dairy, and it's a wonder I don't kill him every day.
     Or the two kids with PKU (look that up).
          Or the celiacs.
               Or the other lactose intolerant/allergies.
                    Or any of the other crazy allergies I'm responsible for feeing this week, or even for the rest of the summer.
Sometimes I wonder how I don't kill everyone every day... the sciences of cooking, baking, and dishwashing are all so unique and yet so much the same that it scares me all day, every day. I still hold grudges from last summer, and I wish I could just let it go already.

Sidenote: I just squished a bug on the computer screen and it smeared a bunch. Ew.

Blessings so far in this week of madness: unexpected babies, and the work crew who's more like a cheerleading team with a cleaning problem than an actual work crew comprised of teenagers.

Super huge surprise of the month: boss' wife unexpectedly popped last Thursday, and I was unceremoniously launched to the top of the kitchen totem pole. However, Mommy and Jellybean (Levi Jack) are doing well, despite the craziness and stress of his entrance into the world. And he's crazy tiny and cute and likes to snuggle.

In other news, I got to meet him last night and he fell asleep in my arms and it made me absolutely melt inside. But I still don't want kids.

I feel like this is a good way to get people "on the outside" all caught up on my crazy boring life without all the erroneous words. I also painted my toenails with sparkles in an attempt to have a moment of pure girliness every day.

Well, bread's done, I've only been caught twice, and I have to sleep before running Summer: Day 4 (Kitchen Edition). Maybe I'll be back with more stories later today.

I miss CoCo more than I thought I would.






God is good. All the time.
God IS GOOD.

And I'm gonna make it through this week.