REFLECTIONS OF A SATURDAY MORNING LONG GONE BY

Life is a little overwhelming right now. It’s a blur, and I meant to post this in the middle of last week but, you know.

You know it’s bad when you can’t keep your eyes open on your drive to work and have to blast country music as loud as you can so that you don’t doze off. That is what is happening these days because the literal lyrics and easy melodies are doing it for my frazzled brain.

A lot of times I’m in the middle of preparing some food for the baby and I think to myself, I can’t believe my body and mind are still operating at this moment. I must have a reserve battery that has kicked in somewhere. Or maybe it’s that a giant hand comes down occasionally and winds me up. Or maybe it’s because I get to cuddle and kiss the cutest little dragon baby every morning and night?

It’s clear that Sloane doesn’t understand the concept of sleeping in when it’s the weekend. She’s up by 5 or 5:30AM these days, even on the weekends, which means I am too, and then she gets sleepy again by 9AM so sometimes I get to sneak in another hour of sleep. This past Saturday though, I decided we should get out of the house and put a dent in the long list of errands that I always end up having for the weekends. No scratch that, for life in general. It’s very possible that my entire life story these days could be told through the lists I make each day. Sleeping in might have been what the doctor ordered, but it was also unexpectedly kind of nice to be out and about at some of my favorite spots while it was still early on a weekend day, which meant that there was hardly anybody out. It was nice to walk through the quiet.

We visited a bookstore, which always puts a pep in my step, and I thought I might read a little with my coffee while the baby napped in the stroller but then she woke up and we just ended up taking pictures of her sleepy-i-just-woke-up face. It’s so much cheek and oh so serious. Also, she was like, ‘What IS this place?’ because visually, the bookstore and all its books and colors must seem like carnival for baby eyes. We also stopped by the baby store to get more baby feeding supplies, did some power walking up and down hills, and saw the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers at a local market.

What does it say about me that it is more important to me now to live near a good grocery store than a good restaurant/bar? Good things, I think.

 

Oh and if we are sharing about weekends gone by, why don't I sneak in some photos from the Sunday before this one just discussed? That was my mom's last weekend here and even though she was here for longer than usual, it was still sad to see her go, and i know how much i appreciate her and my dad being here this past winter.

we went to chicken fiesta for our last meal together and here is sloane after her nap  - serious face, happy face.

and isn't this last photo the best photo ever? this was what i found my mom and sloane doing when i came downstairs, the last morning of her stay here.