One of the funniest things I've seen all weekend: Shrek and his mini-me mowing the lawn
I'm trying to decompress tonight. I'm not sure if my cyclical mental crash was due or if I just got really exhausted with financial worry, but I fell under the wagon this weekend. I'm crawling out. Reaching hand over hand on the wheel spokes. Coming back up.
Things I like: doctors who are open on Sundays, the gorgeous, crispy fall weather, and brand spanking new family photos hung around the house. Things I don't like: empty checking accounts, babies falling off beds, the power of football in dictating my weekends.
My brood is well, my heart unscathed. I'm cautiously optimistic about my week. I'm counting my blessings and snuggling a sick, sweet baby.
I don't have a lot to say, but I wanted to say this: I still believe I'm right where I'm supposed to be, and I still feel as though I'm on the brink of something wonderful.
Come with me?
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