I know I've been a bit absent around here. The truth is that I was going through some dark days of no energy and no motivation.
We were sick two weeks ago which kept us homebound and then last week was Spring Break for William's school which, for lack of routine coupled with crappy weather, kept us homebound as well.
Two weeks of no routine and little reason to venture outside is not good for this mama's spirit.
Sometimes I make fun of people who say they have Seasonal Affective Disorder. (Is it a cop out? Is it just another made-up disorder?) Other times I think I might have it.
While everyone on Facebook seemed to be grumbling about the pains of beginning Daylight's Savings Time, I was cheering its entrance.
Have people never traveled to another time zone? Is one hour really that big of a deal?
While I realize we technically lost an hour, mentally it felt good that the kids woke up at 8:30 instead of 7:30 and napped until 4:00 instead of 3:00. I know it's just a mental trick, but still.
And the sunshine. Oh the glorious extra hour of sunshine at the end of the day.
We went to 5 o'clock mass, along with the rest of our parish who, it seemed, forgot to change their clocks and therefore missed the morning masses.
But regardless of the packed pews we arrived a whole fifteen minutes early. A real feat for the Nash clan. So we picked the best pew for an antsy almost-two-year-old. And the kids were good. Like, really good. And that made me happy. Especially for the first Sunday of lent. Because I love lent. Lent feeds my soul.
And when church was over the sun was still shining! And this made me so happy that I told Brian we should go out for pizza as a family with the $50 bill (Mom, tell George!) I was gifted for my birthday.
When we got there I wasn't feeling so much like a pizza so I ordered the best hot ham hoagie you've ever tasted while Brian and the kids feasted on a mushroom and sausage deep dish.
But before that was ready we had to wait in our booth for about 20 minutes and again the kids were so, so good. Lucy kept standing up on the booth bench and dancing to the oldies station that was playing over the speakers. And William was mesmerized by the four police officers who showed up in uniform to eat dinner.
And I was feeling so happy about feeling so happy in so long that I did something I never ever ever do. I ordered a soda. And when I went to fill up my cup at the self-serve fountain I chose the absolute worst soda ever. Cherry Coke. Except that the absolute worst soda ever tasted so, so good.
So I may have had three cups full.
Did I mention that I never ever ever drink soda?
So now it's 11:00 p.m. and I'm wide awake. Three Cherry Cokes or Daylight's Savings Time victim? Who can tell? They're both pretty awesome in my book.
We were sick two weeks ago which kept us homebound and then last week was Spring Break for William's school which, for lack of routine coupled with crappy weather, kept us homebound as well.
Two weeks of no routine and little reason to venture outside is not good for this mama's spirit.
Sometimes I make fun of people who say they have Seasonal Affective Disorder. (Is it a cop out? Is it just another made-up disorder?) Other times I think I might have it.
While everyone on Facebook seemed to be grumbling about the pains of beginning Daylight's Savings Time, I was cheering its entrance.
Have people never traveled to another time zone? Is one hour really that big of a deal?
While I realize we technically lost an hour, mentally it felt good that the kids woke up at 8:30 instead of 7:30 and napped until 4:00 instead of 3:00. I know it's just a mental trick, but still.
And the sunshine. Oh the glorious extra hour of sunshine at the end of the day.
We went to 5 o'clock mass, along with the rest of our parish who, it seemed, forgot to change their clocks and therefore missed the morning masses.
But regardless of the packed pews we arrived a whole fifteen minutes early. A real feat for the Nash clan. So we picked the best pew for an antsy almost-two-year-old. And the kids were good. Like, really good. And that made me happy. Especially for the first Sunday of lent. Because I love lent. Lent feeds my soul.
And when church was over the sun was still shining! And this made me so happy that I told Brian we should go out for pizza as a family with the $50 bill (Mom, tell George!) I was gifted for my birthday.
When we got there I wasn't feeling so much like a pizza so I ordered the best hot ham hoagie you've ever tasted while Brian and the kids feasted on a mushroom and sausage deep dish.
But before that was ready we had to wait in our booth for about 20 minutes and again the kids were so, so good. Lucy kept standing up on the booth bench and dancing to the oldies station that was playing over the speakers. And William was mesmerized by the four police officers who showed up in uniform to eat dinner.
And I was feeling so happy about feeling so happy in so long that I did something I never ever ever do. I ordered a soda. And when I went to fill up my cup at the self-serve fountain I chose the absolute worst soda ever. Cherry Coke. Except that the absolute worst soda ever tasted so, so good.
So I may have had three cups full.
Did I mention that I never ever ever drink soda?
So now it's 11:00 p.m. and I'm wide awake. Three Cherry Cokes or Daylight's Savings Time victim? Who can tell? They're both pretty awesome in my book.
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