Tuesday, February 26, 2013

some days...


my day started out productive: dishes done and loaded into the dishwasher, brooklyn fed, kitchen floor swept, laundry started, errands run and then...

and then i ran out of gas.

brooklyn and i ate lunch and then she went down for a nap. it took every ounce of energy not to lie next to her and get some shut eye as well. i wanted to get some more things done.

did. not. happen.

brooklyn's lunch mess hung around...


the pan i got soaking and my lunch dishes sat...


strewn about clothes stayed strewn...


the laundry did not get folded...


brooklyn's nap took place in my un made bed...


and for a few minutes i felt guilty. like really guilty. i should be going about my daily tasks and getting as much as i could before brooklyn woke up. but then i stopped and thought for a minute... it's ok if a take a half hour (or an hour) to myself. for me, it's important that i do this. not super often. but often. it really keeps me sane. after i recharge my batteries i am a much happier, much more productive woman. i get stuff done.


like, dinner got made. cajun pasta. on days when i run out of energy, my plan for dinner usually goes out the window. but, it happened. i stuck to the menu. 

for fhe, we took brooklyn to boondocks again. she loves the place. she loves to run around and look at all of the arcade games and the other kids playing them, only looking back occasionally to see that her mom and dad are nearby. she loves to try to play the games. we found out that she's not a super huge fan of the games with the seats that wiggle and bounce to match the scene going on up on the screen. not a fan. she loves the carousel and the other little rides. she also loves to watch the tickets come out of the machine after you finish a game. 

with our ticket loot, she chose a bright bouncy ball as her prize. she was stoked, bouncing it everywhere on our way out the door. we'll definitely be going back again, but maybe not for a little while. i'm worn out people. it made me exhausted and ready for bed by 9. too bad that didn't happen.









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