This weekend has been very busy. Sometimes I say that and feel it’s an extreme understatement. I don’t think I ever stopped going all weekend. And it’s not even noon on Sunday yet. We’re going to do Christmas at MrZ’s parents today and I’m looking forward to the break. Weekends like this would make Monday hurt that much worse, but lucky for me – I have Monday off.
I’ve got a lot of cool things to mention from the weekend (I had straight hair for a few hours!) but I never like to tell stories before I post the pictures, and right now I just don’t even have that time. So – you just have to know I have stories to tell. The end.
I’ve also been very contemplative this weekend. I’m guessing it’s because the new year is looming around the corner and I feel like I need to achieve some sort of perspective to start the year off right. I’ve been thinking a lot about the steps I’ve been trying to take to become the woman I aspire to be. How do I keep that progress rolling even amidst new babies and growing family needs? These thoughts have required that I look at ways I’ve maybe failed myself this year, and that can be enlightening and incredibly damn depressing.
Of course – I’m in this mindset listening to my daughter scream, “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” over and over again because she just heard her Daddy yell that at the television. It’s hard to contemplate life changes when you’re trying to hide your giggles from a toddler.