Inside.

My red minivan feels more like home that my actual home lately. I think we could live for a week with the stuff accumulated inside: swimming suits, towels, snacks, diapers, a case of water, a potty, chairs, movies, DVD players, iPod gear, library books, and stuff to drop off at Goodwill.

My inner core wants to spend more time at home just being and doing normal household things. Mario and I have very little interest in household stuff lately so we tend to escape home often in persuit of different things.

Yesterday afternoon we made a deliberate effort to stay home together. It was really hard. I could feel the keys calling my name to go and buy wax to do my first ever bikini self waxing, to redeem my coupons at Chick-fil-a, and to putter around a bookstore enjoying their superior air conditioning.

Earlier I named this summer: the summer of unfinished projects. Since we were home I took this to heart and shocked myself. While watching FOUR children I rehung Wesley's curtains closer to the ceiling, rehung the master bedroom curtains, assembled a lamp, hung Clare's flower art above her bed, hung other pictures, cleaned up a bit, purged a bit more, and sorted through a bag of Ikea stuff that was purchased but never happened. I felt awesome afterwards.

Maybe if we had more kids we would get more done around here? To fill the time the kids turned to fort building in the living room. After they wrecked it three times I gave up and left them on their own. Turns out they were fine with a mini me version and squealed with delight each time their creations crashed down on their heads. Sofa cushions rock.