Best Day of the Week?

It's Friday, and I've done literally nothing over the course of the week that you, or any reasonable human being, would find interesting. Momming, and especially solo-momming, is so overstimulating and yet totally mundane that I could put my head through a wall by the time I reach the end of the week. Yes, there's all the joy and beautiful moments, of course. But, still, I might need to run out on a "quick" errand by myself tomorrow and then not come home for like eight hours. Friday is the best day of the week, but it was a loooooong one this time around. The headache didn't help things, the screaming and throwing of objects really did a number on my patience that was already worn paper-thin, but mostly it's just that I had lost all my momthusiasm before the day had even begun.

I cannot get enough of his silliness.

Maybe he'll walk before he turns 2?

My sweetest thing

I didn't feel well enough to hit the gym today, but the snap of cooler weather inspired me to take the boys to the zoo...which probably involved more work on my part than a 60-minute Tabata class. (In hindsight, I should have dropped them at the Kids Club and then found a dark, quiet corner to read a book for an hour.) The weather was beautiful but the insane crowd was less so. Two hours, including a pit stop for lunch, and that was it for us. Gavin fell asleep on the way home, thank goodness. That boy has been a real peach lately. On opposite day.

He's happy to cruise as long as the snacks keep coming.

Pit stop for a lunch break

We did have some really fine moments today :)

As far as the fourth member of our family, he flew in from Houston yesterday but was gone to a reception for his aviation organization before we came home from work in the evening. However, like a little fairy, he made a Costco stop in the interim and loaded us up with fresh fruit. I'm never opposed to coming home to a house cleaned by other people and stocked with groceries by someone other than me. You'll hardly ever find us without a stocked fridge, but on Wednesday I had to decide between haircuts and groceries as our third stop while out in town. Because, you know, small people have limits and can only be dragged so many places and driven so many miles before needing to rest, recoup or eat. Living so unreasonably far away makes me especially pissed off on Wednesdays. Anyway, I opted for haircuts. Gavin's hair was getting to be borderline Kentucky waterfall, and it was just embarrassing. It needed to be cut more than I needed fresh produce. But now...I'm back at 95% getting the heck out of this house. I guess it depends on the day...but thanks to an inspirational text from a power-mom over at That's All She Wrote, I really think I can do this whole selling-buying-moving thing.

Well, you may not be able to tell by my tone, but I am so very glad that it's Friday. Dylan has been putting in a sun-up to sun-down shift today at the charity golf tournament hosted by the business aviation organization he runs. By tomorrow morning, I should get some relief...or at least some adult company and conversation. We have some work to do in getting this house prepped for painting, but it should be all smiles and sunshine around here very soon. And, now that the kids are down for the count and I can take a little breather, I'm able to see a little more clearly just how good we really have it. Spending the whole week just the two little stinkers and me (with some breaks for school/work), well, it can be a little crazy-making...but I wouldn't trade what we have for anything.