Well, here we are. Quickly approaching the first “non-Holiday” weekend for what has seemed like months. Here’s the problem with that.
I don’t know what to do with myself.
I feel like I should be buying something, baking something, decorating something, wrapping something, unwrapping something, eating something, drinking something or watching a gigantic ball drop in Times Square…or something. I’ve been singing the praises of “normal” living for weeks and now that it’s here I’m lost.
So, in an effort to jump back into “normal” life I’ve decided to refocus my energy on some much needed practices that, unfortunately, were swept to the wayside by a much higher priority of overindulging on english toffee and hot buttered rums.
I have kicked potty-training Jack back into gear, full-time, and have reinstated my daily nap as well. The former being because I don’t fancy buying a life-time supply of diapers for Jack’s highschool graduation present. The latter because…well, I like to nap. A lot. It also makes me a much nicer person, all around. Trust me.
And having recently rededicated my efforts to the cause of Operation Diaper Freedom,in a showcase of ironic proportions, I was woken up today from a lovely and recharging afternoon nap by Jack sitting “criss-cross applesauce” right by my head, my nose assaulted by…you guessed it,hispoopy diaper. Nice.
We’ve also registered Avery for basketball. She’s never played. In fact, she was pretty sure she probably shouldn’t sign up because she doesn’t know how to shoot a basket. I told her, “Avery, you’re only in the1st grade. No one expects you to be good, yet.” Her answer? “Well, I hope they never expect me to be any good. Have you seen me dribble the ball?” I will be adding, ‘Build Avery’s Self-Esteem’ to the list. The basketball season should be interesting and I forsee some posts coming out from the experience.
Yep. A whole bunch of normal. And I couldn’t be happier.
Happy Friday, y’all.