For me, Monday's tend to bring with them feelings of newness and anticipation for the week ahead, as well as, a sadness that the weekend has passed and a sense of dread for what is to come. Today is no different.
I have been steadily crossing things off of my "to-do" list and am feeling adequately organized for the days ahead. I'm ready to tackle the week, but am mourning the loss of a great, uber relaxing weekend. I've come to realize that the better the weekend, the worse my "hangover." Those who know me, know this is not a reference to alcohol, but rather to the metaphorical headache and sickness that come with so much fun and relaxation.
We spent two evenings in front of the fire just hanging out and one evening having a February Thanksgiving feast with my in-laws. Turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, green bean casserole, pumpkin pie. We ate until we could eat no more. Then brought home the leftovers.
Our days were filled with basketball, errands, naps, playing, rearranging furniture, and cleaning. And taking too many pictures. Wait. Too many picture? Is there such a thing? My heart says no, but my computer and picnik are telling me yes.
Because we're all ready for spring I won't tell you how incredibly.stinking.sick of this snow I am. Addi and I had a conversation this morning about not wishing winter away and being content with the season we're in. Honestly? It's so much easier said than done. But I know that there will be a day, likely in late August or early September, that I will dream of snow, Christmas, and bundling up in front of our cozy fireplace.
Live for today, Missy. Live for today.
So today? Today I worked, got everyone up and ready, served breakfast, took Addi to school, played firetrucks and fake phones, worked some more, picked Addi up, made lunch, succeeded in synchronized nap giving, worked a lot more, did a Wii workout, and read a little. Still to come are haircuts for the boys, dinner, and a volleyball game. It's these "boring" days that I'm sure I will want to remember 10 years from now when my kids aren't home during the day and the silence is deafening.
Tomorrow will be more of the same. And I'm looking forward to it.