I know, it’s not very exciting to read about me blabbing about my hero status, but I’m on a high from exercise endorphins and feel like this week deserves to be documented. Because after all, it’s not every week where I feel like I can put on my red dress and dance around like the emoticon lady. One recent Friday afternoon ended with both kids in the tub, Jack screaming bloody murder at me and me, dissolving into tears. True story. The next time the kids were in the bath and Jack angrily yelled at me, Ev looked nervously at me and asked if I was going to cry.
Haha. So. This week deserves to be fondly remembered. Last Sunday, Wes gave me the morning off and when I emerged from our bedroom at 10:00 he haggardly looked at me and was like, ‘oh my gosh! I’m so ready to go to work!’. Insert more laughter.
Perhaps with that in mind, I formulated a plan for the week, figured out what was going to be for dinner and then made a grocery list and headed to the store. Novel idea eh? Ah…It was transforming. Even though my little darlings turned their nose up at the amazing homemade mac and cheese I had lovingly prepared, I felt like a hero with my organized fridge and meals and leftovers and brain.
And in between all that goes on with little darlings, I packed the upstairs rooms, and have the basement 80% packed and cleaned and organized. Maybe even 90%. (Wait, why am I packing? Whoops, another blog another day). AND I’ve done prenatal pilates four times, once with the children and once with the whole family. And I pretty much feel like I could put my cape on and fly around.
So cheers to this feeling, be it ever so fleeting. Perhaps it’ll stick around because after all, I’ve already planned next weeks menu. Woot woot.
And to be noted, it was a stunning weather week, with only a touch of nicely seasonal gloom, the kids took some amazing naps, I talked on the phone to my dad for 30 uninterrupted minutes, a great friend for 52 minutes, had coffee and conversation with friends and decided to take a page from sister Em’s book and do Friday adventures. And so we ventured to Yoder’s to feed the goats and were all stoked when our favorite person was able to slip away and join us.