quick post because i'm buried in work and mentally exhausted...
monday, april 26
thankful that miami is 6 weeks away. (yay sis2be bachelorette party!) i'm in definite need of a vacation and time away from the kids will be heaven (though i'm sure i'll miss them, and my husband, something fierce.) but sooo looking forward to girl time with people i really like. haha.
sunday, april 25
since we spent the day at home -- something we haven't done in too long -- i was very domestic. i had forgotten how much i actually like some household chores (my favorites being laundry and cleaning kitchen countertops/stoves, i know, weird). i think it's that feeling of accomplishment once the job is done. none of this lingering uncertainty -- with chores, there's a finality to it. a moment when you can say, 'there. it's done.' and be pleased with your work. like planning an event and seeing it come to fruition. and unlike parenting. haha.
also, i had forgotten how much i love my guilty pleasure... high school musical 3. i sat in my dark bedroom at 11pm watching, smiling and singing along in my head.
p.s. it also reminded me of when belly was a baby and - no lie - loved the whole hsm franchise so much that we actually took her to the theatre during hsm3's opening weekend. and, the first time she watched the dvd of hsm3, she started dancing around my parents' living room, insisting that her nanny spin her around just like gabriella.
saturday, april 24
went to confession and there was no line! our parish priest was hanging out, waiting for someone to come in. so i was in and out in literally 3 minutes.
after mass, we had dinner at jason's deli. it was the first time e and i felt like we had dinner reasonably under control. bulilit was flirting with the 2 little boys at the table next to us, both kids ate their body weight in food and e and i looked at each other in amazement, acknowledging the general feeling that, now that the kids are getting older, eating out may not be as painful as it used to be. that it could actually be fun.
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