Last week feels like an eternity ago, yet the days flew by. I almost forgot it was my blogging day!
I didn’t realize it until I asked The 13-Year-Old what day it was, and he responded with the classic, attitude-saturated, “It’s Wednesday, Mooommm. duh.” as only a teen could do.
Boy, do I love nearly 14. He’s got the tude, but he’s also super fun to hang out with.
Anyway, this past week has been a bit of a blur. I’m going to let the photos I took since last Wednesday drive my post.
I don’t know what’s going on with me.
For the last two days, I have been miserable.
Not just miserable—I feel like a walking contradiction. I’ve been feeling lonely, yet I don’t really want to interact with anyone. And when I do, I usually regret it. Questioning why I said something or, in the worst case scenario, feeling even lonelier after the interaction.
I did it.
I can’t believe I did it!
I made my first-ever homemade loaf of sourdough bread using a starter I started (is that how we say it?) two weeks ago.
There are too many photos I want to share, so I’m just going to make a little gallery:
Last week I was late. This week, I’m early.
Tomorrow, we have a family date to play pickleball. So, I decided to get the blog post up today since I know I will not have the energy between dinner and two hours of pickleball after work.
By the way, this will be the first time any of us have ever played. Well, maybe not The Husband. I’m not one for team sports, but when the opportunity presented itself, I thought it would be a nice way to spend time together as a family and get the kids off their computers.