Hey guys! I’m in one of those rare, precious windows where both kids are sleeping and I don’t have 8.5 million other things to do (only about 4 million), so I thought I better brush the dust off the old blog…
(Update: that window ended literally seconds after I wrote that sentence. Literally. Seconds. Enter day 2 of writing this post…)
…So yeah. I’ve definitely missed my ultra-frequent blogging habits, and the feeling of being plugged into “the community,” but my road to the new normal hasn’t been all bad.
It probably isn’t a huge shock that less blogging has allowed me to feel more present in daily life.
It’s also made room for some other meaningful things, while also reducing that constant tug on the brain (the old “I should be blogging!” guilt trip every blogger gives herself—which, let’s face it, makes no sense).
(Update: got pulled away again. Another time jump: it’s a day later. Just wanted to give you an idea of what blogging is really like for me these days. Haha!)
Mason has pink eye, so we’ve been trapped in the house all day on what’s probably the coldest day of the year (it’s –5 F out right now as I write this, wind chill not included). A sick toddler who’s just sick enough to be barred from society, but not sick enough to feel miserable, and also bored out of his mind = a handful (to put it gently). Josh has a little cold, too, and neither kid has been sleeping well at night, so I’m probably delirious right now, trying to write this…might want to take everything I say with a grain of salt.
So! Life updates. Valentine’s Day came and went. This year, it involved making 17 handmade (they had to be handmade—dangit!) cards for Mason’s preschool buddies.
Don’t let that picture fool you: I did 98.7% of the work, and—with massive amounts of coaxing—he added a few black scribbles here and there. Crafting with your kids isn’t always this lame and exhausting, right?
Brent and I got our date night in a week early, since he was out of town for the actual V-day weekend, and I enjoyed all 10 ounces of my ginormous, butter-slathered steak. (I thought it would be too much, too, but no. Oh no.)
On the actual Valentine’s Day, I got something even better than steak (I mean, arguably): a newly painted bedroom!
It’s hard to tell, but it’s a pretty brownish grey (aand, hm, that doesn’t sound very pretty at all—take my word for it). I shattered my personal record for the time between deciding to paint a room and actually doing it, from about 6 months to ONE DAY. My mom was in town and had offered to help, so I scrambled to Home Depot and forced myself to make a decision I’d normally hem and haw over for weeks/months. It’s amazing I didn’t collapse under the stress.
Oh, and the reason I wanted to repaint: we got new CARPETS!
(Perfect for some bro talk.)
That decision was literally 5 years in the making, ever since I walked in the door on our first tour and thought, “well, this carpet would need to go.”
The new stuff is so plush and perfect it’s almost scary to be around it. (Actually, it’s definitely scary: we’re trying to potty train Mason. Genius timing, right?)
Anyway, now that I’ve scratched the home improvement itch a little…it’s somehow only getting WORSE. Next, I have my eye on the kitchen, starting with, oh, every single inch of it. God help my husband.
Another itch that needs scratching is my athletic apparel wardrobe improvement itch. That’s a pretty common thing, except I’m usually just an admirer, in an all-talk/no-act kind of way. Now, I have an actual job that involves wearing athletic apparel, and I get paid (a very small amount), which makes it feel…a tiny bit justified?
This lulu tank is a need, for starters. (Teach 3 classes, minus the taxes…I’d almost have enough! haha.)
I’m also loving that whole cut-out trend—like these:
I can’t even convince myself that this is justified, but every time I see the group ex manager at my gym, she’s wearing this scarf and I always think “dang, that looks cool.”
Speaking of shopping, are you guys aware that Toms are on Zullily right now? I own one pair of Toms and I’ve worn them into. the. ground.—easily the best shoes I’ve ever owned and worth every penny. I need to replace them (and buy a dozen more pairs), but of course they’re out of my size in the ones I want on the Zullily sale…why can’t I just be a size 5 or something no one else is? I feel like the whole world would open up to me.
I’m not sure how practical these are (suede?), but they’re very tempting too…
And…there’s Josh crying. Phew! That was a pretty good stretch, right?
Thanks for reading.