This weekend was hard. I don’t know why it was hard, it just was. I was tired, so very tired, down to my bones tired. And all I kept thinking was: There are not enough hours.
There aren’t. I have a big list of things I want to do and there just isn’t enough time to do it all. So I have to choose and choosing is hard and sometimes, but god so rarely, I choose to rest. But only when the idea of not resting makes me feel like I’m going to collapse on the ground.
Most of this weekend is not pictured, but some of the best parts are.
Toddler snack negotiations.
Oh haircuts. Still so traumatic. We kept telling a sobbing Gabe that he was almost done. There is nothing sadder than a crying, freaked out kid repeating back to you, “Almost done? Almost done? Almost done?” Parenting guiltx1000000.
Driving Miss Daisy.
Gabe got a new book case! And we’ve been making room for Baby #2 by adding hanging shelving in Gabe’s closet and clearing out space in the dresser.
Target! (Of course) And the summer clothes shopping spree in the kid department. It is way more fun to shop for not me.
My grandma’s birthday dinner at my parent’s. Grilled steaks, Gabe being impatient at the table, a baby who decided to sing through his entire naptime and so was a very crabby toddler for the rest of the afternoon, and the most sparkly bright pink birthday card that ever existed.