1. This week has kicked my butt. I am exhausted, irritable, emotional and overall a real treat to be around. A nice representation of the whole week was Maya pooping in the middle of our bedroom, for no apparent reason, at 6:30 a.m. Tuesday morning.
2. Equally as pleasant smelling, Addison has hit a major regression with potty training. I knew I wrote that braggy blog post too soon. She’s potty trained in a month! I said. It was easy! I had to add.
I think she has used the toilet three times since Sunday. And not for lack of being in regular underwear. If anyone has any disinfectant to spare, we’re in the market.
3. I am trying to commit to reading more at night instead of the t.v. marathons I usually partake in. Even if it’s only for 20 minutes, I think it will help me sleep better and help prevent my mom brain from turning into complete mush, just in case it’s not already totally liquefied. Jury’s still out. I’d started “All the Light We Cannot See” several weeks ago, but it was just too heavy for me to get excited about right now. I kept opting for my Us Weekly instead. So I looked around for an easy read to hopefully reignite the habit, and I went with “Big Little Lies.” I read somewhere it would be a good beach book, i.e. perfect for devoting minimal energy and even fewer brain cells.
So far, that’s accurate, and I’ve actually turned off the t.v. before 11 p.m. to climb into bed and read this week.
5. Alex & Sierra. Such soothing little melodies. I try to work while listening to them but immediately find myself staring out the window wistfully reminiscing about making out with Clayton on our first date. Oh to be 19 again. (Source)
Gotta go scrub some Elsa underwear. Peace.