Posted on | May 15, 2012 | 27 Comments
some weeks take it all out of you. TGIF was not something someone said lightly, that ish is legit (but i think they forgot an f). weeks lately around here have been flying by while simultaneously creeping slower than a sloth trying to get away from Kristen Bell. Scot has been working like it’s his job (oh…right) and H is back into one of her ahem, phases. you know the ones where she tries to murder me? yes, that. some days i end the day shaking my fist into the sky yelling “WHY IS THREE AN AGE?”.
but that’s ok. because there are sundays. sundays are the magic days. TGIS, i say. with all the craziness of the rest of the week, sundays are the only definite days that our little family of three will be attached at the hip on some sort of adventure. like finding a random apple orchard park because our original park pick had no parking (say that 3 times fast).
the frustrations, the doubts, the high blood pressure, the nagging bills, the to-do lists, the laundry in the dryer that i’ve now restarted 6 times instead of just omgfolding it already – those silly things have no place in our sundays. sundays are for us. well us and trader joes, but mostly us.