Maybe Andrew's right. Maybe I am a little crazy for passing up on that memory, but I have to tell you, dear reader, that I felt like I needed a minute to decompress and breathe. When you are constantly in "go mode," a few things happen. Children grow irritable because they're exhausted, laundry piles up and your house, in general, falls apart. The stress of which disrupts your attempt to fall asleep at bed time. It's there when you open up an empty fridge or realize that you still haven't cleaned up the pile of (unused) tampons from Forrest's latest adventure into your bathroom cupboards. As my family has grown, so has my need to regroup, organize, find time to be alone (even if it's a solo trip to the grocery store), and really clean something (even if it returns to chaos seconds later). I need this "down time" to maintain a clear head and stable heart beat.
I'm not complaining. I apologize in advance if it comes across that way. What's more annoying than a person showcasing their fantastic, amazing life 24-7? Oooh, ooh... pick me! I know! Someone who complains about being tired due to their fantastic and amazing life. So as I sit here, eager to type, I'm crossing my fingers (except not really because that would make typing tricky) that I don't become "that person."
So in between the day trips and family gatherings, we stay home. The kids play legos at the kitchen counter while I binge watch tv on Netflix as i fold and sort laundry upstairs in my bedroom. Forrest assists me. And, if you're curious, Parenthood is my current show. As I considered sending them a Christmas Card this year, I realized that I possibly need to cut back.
I call this: Eliza's day at the beach.
Filling the bucket with water,
Eliza "relaxes" with a book, in the umbrella's shade, while taking her toes for a dip
Henry is usually outside. He's in the chicken coop doing who knows what, building in the sandbox or simply escaping the house for his daily dose of "fresh air." He did, unfortunately, come down with a two day fever the week of the fourth of July. Thankfully, his germs didn't spread to the other children and he was better in time to join in the festivities. But it was still sad to see him sick.
This is my adorable nephew, Joey.
He's one year older than Forrest and he is the master of saying "Cheese!"