It just dawned on me that I used to have a blog.
Once upon a time I would take hundreds of pictures a day with my big-girl camera,
and post on my blog near daily
and keep a grand record of our days.
Now I'm doing good if I get the breakfast dishes put away by dinner time
and don't fall asleep on the couch by ten.
The crazy level has amped up quite a bit over here,
but all is well.
This is my first stop every morning.
My in-laws gave us the Keurig they've never used.
It makes me very happy.
It makes me very happy.
Life is crazy now,
but once soccer ends in a few weeks I know our lives will quiet down a little.
But I'm always sad when soccer ends.
Saturdays during soccer season are really my favorite.
Especially games with skies like this.
Isn't that the best soccer weather?
A couple of weeks ago Gary and I had a Saturday when all three kids were at
a birthday party for the day.
Instead of our usual date at Home Depot to do house stuff
we hopped in the car and drove to the beach.
It was just the two of us.
We stopped at several vintage pop-up shops that I'd had my eye on,
grabbed lattes together,
and sat on the beach watching the surfers.
We still like each other.
It was a good Saturday.
Someone has been taking cooking class every Wednesday afternoon after school,
and someone thinks it's pretty much the best thing ever.
I've realized that baths that don't require a hair-washing are my favorite.
One of the realities of going back to work is that
I've been dealing with a fair amount of guilt lately.
I missed Avery's field trip to the pumpkin patch...
I'm not volunteering in the kids' classrooms like I used to...
Riley was home on his birthday but I had to work.
Mommy guilt is an evil thing.
How did this guy turn twelve already?
If the mommy guilt wasn't making me emotional enough,
I looked through his baby pictures yesterday.
Oh, time.
Why must you be so cruel?
But time is good, too.
Because this afternoon, after the busiest week I can remember,
we spent two hours at the park and they played.
They laughed and ran and I sat on the bench and watched
and felt no twinge of mommy guilt.
It was a good day.
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