they are my last carbs until easter-i swear

I have been lazy, lazy, lazy all week. I didn't run enough, clean enough, play enough, sew enough, plan enough, write enough or even sleep enough. I did lots of puttering. Vacation was delightful but I was (am still, a little, exhausted)and I have found that it takes me a week or so to sort of ease back into my routine. I've been craving schedule and I wanted to jump right back in and have everything back to normal as soon as possible but I was just not quite motivated enough. Instead I looked for the perfect shade of teal nail polish (found!), made aprons and reread my favorite books. I did throw a V-day party for Tommy's' class and purchasing pre-made decorations and coordinating paper dishes was my greatest achievement of the week. I have been putting off decisions (must choose a school for Tommy, ugh!),tasks and plans. No more. This morning I woke up wanting my routine back. Also, whilst reading magazines instead of being productive I came across several housekeeping ideas I want to try. I am a little disappointed that there is no school on Monday because it means true normalcy doesn't return until Tuesday. Who knew one could be all excited about Tuesday.

In the mean time I will putter a little more and bake valentine cookies because baking is soothing and I adore a good cream cheese frosted, heart-shaped cookie. Or three.

Happy little sigh.

paving the road to hell

Dear Neighbors,

I want you all to know how impressed I am by your tasteful Christmas light displays. They really are lovely. I also want you to know that last year, after seeing them all in their glory, I bought piles of outdoor lights at the after holiday sales with every intention of joining the crowd this year. I even bought the little clips Then, the weekend after thanksgiving was insane and I just didn't get to it. The week after that was really crazy too and this week, well this week it's 9 degrees outside. Plus, I will absolutely have to take them down on New Years' Day so they'd only be up for like three weeks. And that seems like a whole lot of work for three weeks. Yesterday I carried the bin of lights back to the basement, all still tidily in their boxes. Sorry. I had the best of intentions, I swear. Next year, for sure. Promise.

Love, Me

Obviously, this is not one of my neighbors tasteful displays but worth a look nonetheless. Wow.

on the verge of tears

I have mono. Again. Awesome. I totally have time for that. In December. But that is not what this post is about. It is about the fact that I have gotten all teary like ten times in the last two days. I cried at a playdate yesterday (sorry, Jo), while watching youtube this morning and while simply thinking to my self while sewing. I made myself cry. Could I be a bigger loser. I think not. I attribute this to the fatigue and irritated spleen that come along with my "condition". Did you know your spleen could make you cry? Me neither.