Of the past 48 hours, I've slept for five of them. That's too few, y'all. This weekend made catching the red eye back to DC worth it though. The entire weekend was boring and unproductive. We spent hours sitting on the big sofa with too many cushions, watching football and eating delicious, terrible food. We sat around on the basement's concrete floor, trying to get a far too complicated train set working so the four year old would be amused. He was bored with the project ten minutes in, but we were determined. We also failed. I won his attention back though by admiring his new haircut and plotting the death of his newly created Playdough monsters with him.
But reality strikes back: from Playdough monsters to monster in-boxes. Egads. (That's one of those words that Colin mocks me for using, says I sometimes talk like I'm 80 years old. Mmmhmm, I see his point, I just don't care that much!)
Thinking about:
"The cure for everything is salt water, be it sweat, tears, or the sea." ~Isak Dinesen
via Blue Poppy.
But reality strikes back: from Playdough monsters to monster in-boxes. Egads. (That's one of those words that Colin mocks me for using, says I sometimes talk like I'm 80 years old. Mmmhmm, I see his point, I just don't care that much!)
Thinking about:
"The cure for everything is salt water, be it sweat, tears, or the sea." ~Isak Dinesen
via Blue Poppy.
