Sometimes, I'm in a groove.
The girls' routines overlap, relatively speaking. I've got menus in mind for the week. I make it out the door generally when I intend to, and am able to get at least a few productive things accomplished a week.
This has not been one of those weeks.
Ever since I returned from a 10-day trip down south, I have just not had it together! I've told the Mister every single day for a week that I need to go to the grocery store. And have I made my big grocery trip yet? No. I went on Saturday with a whole list in mind, and came out of the store with dog food and yogurt. We currently have eggs, tomatoes, tortillas, and lettuce in the fridge. There are just a limited number of creative things I can do with those ingredients.
We left for church 20 minutes early yesterday - 20 MINUTES! - and still got there 10 minutes late. It's only half a mile away, and yes, we did walk ... but that means we were walking at a one-mile-per-hour pace.
Big Sister fell apart after lunch with friends. She ASKED to go to bed at 6:30 last night after a her snack of grapes and pumpkin bread. Baby Girl apparently cried for two hours straight from 3-5 AM (honestly, I didn't hear her until 5. But the Mister did. Sorry 'bout that ...)
There's something mysteriously sticky on the floor by our couch. Have I cleaned it up? No. I am making a point of walking around it though.
Potty training is posing its own set of hurdles. She gets it, but I'm not a fan of public restrooms. Short of carrying a potty with us everywhere we go, I don't know how to get out of my house for long periods of time.
Even though we don't have much food in the fridge, something smells in there. I can't quite figure it out.
But, you know, there are good things too ...
I went on a picnic with friends last week.
And the weather has been absolutely gorgeous. Blue skies and mid-60s: dreamy.
Friends have had their babies.
I am wearing Chacos again.
I do need to make it to the grocery store, though.