As I am writing this, I am sitting with my feet up because I spent the last two days (mostly) on my feet and more importantly, I survived two days without napping in the afternoon when Critter was napping. For those not in the loop, I’ve pretty consistently napped in the afternoon when Critter naps since he started napping for more than 20 minutes at a time. ANYWAY, I was strong! I stayed up! With the help of cold brew iced coffee, Amen.
Between Passover and Easter we have Had Some Holiday Time. Also holidays are so much more fun with a toddler than a screaming newborn, I am just going to say. Everything about this week was a million times nicer/easier/more relaxed than last year.
Most importantly, Billy came home. And because I am incapable of photographing anything anymore, I made him take a selfie with me after Easter was over because, you know, memories.
We colored eggs, and after a family vote, agreed that Mom did not need to unearth the Easter baskets that are buried somewhere in the basement, ostensibly in the same area as the missing Christmas ornaments.
The weekend was delightful, it was warm enough that I could wheel out a maxi dress. I’m at that weird point in my pregnancy where I’m not quite big enough for maternity clothes yet (except for jeans, I have been wearing those since the six week mark, my God). I’m also at a point where I outright hate everything I own because I haven’t had a real wardrobe refresh since I finished buying maternity clothes at the end of 2015. SUFFICE IT TO SAY THAT I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL SAY, JANUARY 2018 TO PURCHASE SOME ACTUAL ADULT CLOTHES AND FIGURE OUT WHAT IS EVEN COOL TO BE WEARING ANYMORE.
But, back to the maxi dress thing. I am beyond ready for the weather to be consistently toasty enough that I can just…wear them. I don’t find them to be terribly glamorous, but I do find them to be less frumpy and slightly more put together looking than say, yoga pants AKA Our True Uniform.