It’s Monday, isn’t it? Funny, I don’t feel the dread and loathing I usually feel on Mondays. My house isn’t in shambles and I’m not hating life. I think it has something to do with both girls being in school all day on Mondays and both babies actually napping this morning. And the fact that I had fresh salsa for breakfast. Oh. My. Word.
I have a boatload of blog posts swimming around in my head, but insert here the monologue about my lack of time lately for all thing online. It’s ironic how, when I have tons to blog about, I don’t have the time to actually write it all down. Lame-o.
Ok, onward now.
a Friday night spent with Venessa not being mugged
farmer’s market produce
the first week of the girls’ Saturday activities
Sunday night dinner with friends
the abundance of blankets that comes with cooler weather
a late-night tomato harvest before the first frost
… I can’t think of any at the moment
oh, wait. our other-side-of-the-fence pumpkin was stolen. I’m very sad about it.
Friday night was also my very first night without Preston. He, Noah, and the girls spent the weekend house-sitting at the in-laws’ place. I’m taking off for three nights in October, and this was kind of a dry run for that. It went … surprisingly well. I didn’t get home until about 10:30pm and went to bed right away, and I left the house as soon as I got up (at 6:45am, because I lack the ability to sleep in). I closed his (and the girls’) door(s) and pretended they were just sleeping. I still woke up 3-4 times during the night, though. I think I’m just used to it at this point and my body doesn’t really know how to handle it when I’m not woken by the cry of a thirsty baby.
Friday night gave me hope, though, that I’ll be okay while I’m gone, and that Preston will be, too. I mean, Noah is fully capable of taking care of all three kids by himself, but that was never my worry. Although Noah doesn’t wake as easily as I do when Preston cries. But it’s not like Preston is a newborn anymore. He will be okay if he cries for five minutes or so before Noah hears him.
Noah informed me yesterday that Thanksgiving (the Canadian version) is in only three weeks. Holy crap. This fall thing is happening way too fast, as much as I’m enjoying wearing long pants, slippers, and hoodies, and sleeping under many blankets at night, I’m not ready for the winter thing that comes after the fall thing. I’ll probably have to drown my sorrows in a handful of cherry tomatoes. Is there such a thing as cherry tomato rehab? Because I might need to go.
How is your Monday? Feel free to vent if it is not going well. Although if it is going well, good things are welcome, too.