this is 32
Wow, long time, no blog. I've been reading lately that blogs are making a comeback. Seems hard for me to believe but in a lot of ways this idea excites me. When I quit blogging religiously almost 8 years ago, my documenting went way down. The freedom from blogging had it's advantages, like the fact that it gave me a lot of room to grow into a person without doing it in front of a small audience. But now as a 30-something, I'm craving the release of writing out my thoughts about the day to day and releasing them into the void.
Since we last "talked", we moved into a beautiful home back in Tucson and we've been enjoying doing little projects to make it our own. We see a lot of Home Depot and I couldn't be happier. I guess this is what it means to be 32.
Speaking of Home Depot, turns out I can't ever show my face there again. You see, my children have been battling the flu all week. Taking turns as they do, just to ensure that we spend the entire week quarantined at home. Zoey has run a high fever all week, and yesterday showed signs that she was on the mend. So, today when everyone woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I declared that we should finally exit the home and go do something fun. Like, go to Home Depot! The kids were obviously just as excited as me to go to a home improvement store (read: many eye rolls). As I basically skipped and galloped about the store, saying things like "Isn't this so nice to be out of the house?" and "Oh, look at those beautiful flowers. Let's buy those beautiful flowers," Zoey turned an especially putrid shade of green. I mean, ~I thought the flowers were pretty but apparently not, because Zoey puked everywhere. Good times. Actually, majorly bad times, but I digress. I did what any frantic, overtired and stressed out mom of 3 would do. I sprayed down the vomit with the hose from the garden area, abandoned my full cart and high-tailed it out of there. Only after snatching a plastic bag from the checkout, of course. So yeah, better find a new Home Depot.
After a week of puke from all three of the cherubs, I dream of a weekend of laying in bed reading my book and eating something delicious. Maybe walking around somewhere beautiful and enjoying the gorgeous weather. Hitting up a thrift store to hunt for treasures.
But, I have a sinking suspicion that Ted and I will be hugging the porcelain throne thanks to the vomit we've cleaned, the noses we've wiped and the tiny bodies we've snuggled.
Yes, this is 32.
Since we last "talked", we moved into a beautiful home back in Tucson and we've been enjoying doing little projects to make it our own. We see a lot of Home Depot and I couldn't be happier. I guess this is what it means to be 32.
Speaking of Home Depot, turns out I can't ever show my face there again. You see, my children have been battling the flu all week. Taking turns as they do, just to ensure that we spend the entire week quarantined at home. Zoey has run a high fever all week, and yesterday showed signs that she was on the mend. So, today when everyone woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I declared that we should finally exit the home and go do something fun. Like, go to Home Depot! The kids were obviously just as excited as me to go to a home improvement store (read: many eye rolls). As I basically skipped and galloped about the store, saying things like "Isn't this so nice to be out of the house?" and "Oh, look at those beautiful flowers. Let's buy those beautiful flowers," Zoey turned an especially putrid shade of green. I mean, ~I thought the flowers were pretty but apparently not, because Zoey puked everywhere. Good times. Actually, majorly bad times, but I digress. I did what any frantic, overtired and stressed out mom of 3 would do. I sprayed down the vomit with the hose from the garden area, abandoned my full cart and high-tailed it out of there. Only after snatching a plastic bag from the checkout, of course. So yeah, better find a new Home Depot.
After a week of puke from all three of the cherubs, I dream of a weekend of laying in bed reading my book and eating something delicious. Maybe walking around somewhere beautiful and enjoying the gorgeous weather. Hitting up a thrift store to hunt for treasures.
But, I have a sinking suspicion that Ted and I will be hugging the porcelain throne thanks to the vomit we've cleaned, the noses we've wiped and the tiny bodies we've snuggled.
Yes, this is 32.
