Again, what a week!
I’ve been getting back into my photo-taking habit, and it’s really helping me remember the week. Without the photos, I would definitely have difficulty recalling the last seven days.
My memory just isn’t what it used to be. Old age, maybe?
Regardless, if my memory didn’t make me feel old, this photo sure did!
I had to do a side-by-side comparison.
The last seven days have been a bit of a blur. So I will do what I do and let my photos remind me what happened since last Wednesday.
Plus, there’s like a million things I want to tell you!
My brain is going a mile a minute. So let’s just start.
Oh, boy! Are there a lot of things floating around in the old noggin. I’m seriously having a hard time settling my thoughts enough to share, but I will try it.
I’m going to do what I tell my students to do when they are struggling in class with a program: “just flush it out in the comments, don’t worry about the details”, but instead of comments, I’ll use headings:
I can’t believe it’s already time to blog again. That was a fast week. It just flew by, just a week. Nothing special.
Well, actually, that’s not exactly true! Monday was Little Bean’s birthday, and we celebrated with a family dinner on Saturday.
This past Sunday morning, while lying in bed completely oblivious to the fact that it was “spring ahead,” I found myself pondering the insanity of the world, worrying about my kids, and debating whether to get up and go to yoga.
It was then I decided to take a bath.
Yes, at 7 am (I would soon realize it was really 6) I drew myself a bath and mindlessly scrolled through amusing TikTok videos.
I’m too mentally exhausted to post this week and tomorrow we have a family pickleball date again, so I’m posting quickly to update my goals.
I titled the post Sourdough and Smiles in honor of my favorite two pictures from the past week.
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.