Remember last week when I lauded summer? I was all yay, foam pool noodles and yay team sunscreen and popsicles are a meal and I -think-I-may-never-blow-dry-my-hair-again?
Well.
My two sweet offspring had a few days at their grandparents planned so I made a big, fat list of ALL the things I was going to do while they were being lovingly spoilt.
I bought a gallon of the prettiest tranquil spa blue to FINALLY paint the picnic table.
I started a brand new book
I ambitiously planned to nearly finish a large writing project that feels like a cute little monkey in pink argyle socks –on my back all the time.
Not to mention I was going to go the gym five times, eat all the salads and enjoy a date night with my guy.
Except. Do you know what’s worse than being sick? Being sick in summer, that’s what. This is about how I have been–
I love that movie so very much. Especially that part. Especially how she sneezes for all of New York City and the way she says, “I have a Tempahratuhhr!”
Clearly, I have had only the energy for Tom and Meg and also the entire 2nd season of Gilmore Girls. Although, I did get a date night or two with the most patient husband ever. We went a movie and stayed out until the crazy hour of 9PM. Obviously, we are a bunch of hooligans.
I sincerely hope your 4th was wonderful and full of fireworks and watermelon. I did* fall asleep to the sound of fireworks exploding so that counts, right?
Happy Wednesday sweet readers. Here’s to unexpected rest and yoga pants! <3
P.S. YAY the littles are coming home today!! Because, having a few kid-free days might be nice, but nothing tops having two little sets of arms squeezing around your neck at the same time!!!
