Well, folks, here we are: Friday.
I have spent most of my evening since putting the kids to bed watching the presidential debate. Can I just say, good freaking god.
Because it's now 11:00 and I'm only getting to my three good things now, I'm going to make it short and sweet.
1. I had a good day at work and set myself up nicely to get a lot done next week.
2. Planning a weekend trip to spend some time with my soul sister. This will be the first time we have ever been able to spend time together without a kid pulling at one of us, a baby attached to one of our boobs, or a poopy bum that needed wiping. We will sleep, we will drink a lot of coffee, and we will talk and talk and talk some more.
3. Hearing Grayson say "mama" has to be the best thing. "Mama, tree," as he points to a tree. That "mama" just kills me. He's known that I'm "mum" or "mama" for a while, but only in the past few days is he getting my attention by saying it repetitively and I freaking love it.
4. Playing catch with Carter tonight. We play catch as a "game" during which we also work on some of the pronunciations he has difficulty with. We're still working on "L" words and he's doing really well. He's my sweet boy.
Anxiety win for the day:
I got paranoid that the frozen rice and beans dinner I ate wasn't sealed properly, even though it remained frozen and had no freezer burn on it (that might have actually suggested that it wasn't sealed properly). I get paranoid about getting food poisoning all the time and in this instance, my initial reaction was to throw the dinner away and get a new one, but I didn't. It's rice and beans, for god's sake, and there's no evidence that it wasn't sealed properly. So I ate it. Yes, at nearly 35, I ate a frozen dinner and still consider myself to be #winningatlife. So I'm not sure what that says about me, but let's focus on the anxiety, shall we. Right. (Plus, I'm addicted to these stupid rice and bean things. They're DELICIOUS, people.)
It's too 11:21 for spell check, folks ;-)
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