And Just Like That...

It's the most wonderful time of the week again. The last few days left me with zero memorable moments, and though my patience has been tested and I've lost my cool more than a few times on everyone who lives with me, we are wrapping up the week in okay shape. Not good...just okay. Gavin is, once again, all stuffed up and without any appetite at all. Graham remains unhappy, and I'm starting to move past the "he's cutting molars" theory and onto "the whole milk hurts his tummy" theory. It seems like he's been sad since he turned 1, and he's been stopped up for almost as long. I'm starting to put two and two together. #notagenius

Would you believe I have absolutely zero photos of the week? Probably because our week went something like this...you take the kids, and I'll go to the gym...I'll take the kids and you go on a bike ride with your buddies...you take the kids and I'll go out with my friends after work...I'll take the kids and you go drink beer with your buddies...we'll all go to our respective places of work and school and take care of business and then get home, melt down and go to bed.

Also, I quit Facebook. It was just going to be temporary. I thought I wouldn't like feeling so disconnected, but I wanted to give it a try. As it turns out, I LOVE having it out if my life. I was always complaining that I never have time to read or watch TV or do anything that I enjoy, but somehow I always had the time to jump down the rabbit hole of clicking on every half-interesting article on my newsfeed. As it turns out, my life isn't lacking anything by missing out on the details of a few current events, and maybe if I can steer clear for a little longer I won't be so depressed about the dismal state of our planet. I don't miss it, and going without Facebook has been a relief more than anything else. I'll be back one of these days, I'm sure, but for now I'm happy with scrolling through the lovely photos on Instagram taken by talented bloggers and designers instead. They make me feel a lot better than anything I could read on Scary Mommy or The New York Times or Gizmodo or even HuffPost.

Anyway, let's hope that things turn around quickly and everyone feels better so we can enjoy the rainy weekend ahead as a cohesive unit. Our plans to go camping may be foiled given the forecast, but I'll never frown about rainy weather out here. I'd be pleased if it could hold off until Saturday, though, because I actually have plans to go out in Scottsdale tomorrow night, and I don't think I've done that in a decade. Unless you count Tuesday night at Citizen Public House...but I was home by 8pm. (Doesn't count.) Dylan offered to get me a hotel room in Old Town so I don't have to make the 30-mile drive home, which at first sounded ridiculous to me...but I'm starting to change my tune.

We will see how it all unfolds...