I’ve been out of sync in the evenings, which is when I typically blog. Sometimes I wonder to myself when on earth did I ever have time to do this? How did I have words at the end of the day? How did I not fall asleep as soon as I started typing?
Because, yo. I’m tired. Coming home from vacation there’s always the re-entry period. We didn’t really find our routine again until early this week but that’s when Max’s swim practices began. He’s on the mini swim team this summer with his best buddy, A., and his girlfriend and future wife, G. (A.’s twin sister). It’s fun to watch; the three of them in the pool together with not a lot of space in between them. Max is set to copy everything A. does right now at the same time as trying to impress his lady. He makes me laugh.
I’ve also been shopping. Like every day. Shopping is fun. Home decorating, they say, is fun. But neither one is anything to write home about when you have a six year old boy and a one-year old girl with you. I’m much too slow at making decisions and never pack enough crackers.
So, while I’ve been shopping, everyday, it hasn’t been productive. I did return a rug and bought a different one elsewhere but that’s about it. I feel uninspired at this time to keep going because I don’t think it’s the right season in life to do so. I bought pillows for the couch but they’re way more useful as flying saucers than they are as ”pops’ of color to (kinda) update the space.
Come to think of it, the couch cushions never stay-put either.
I think we’ll wait on re-decorating. I have other things to do with my days.