In the land of the overscheduled
Frankly, I’ve tried to make this weekend one where I could relax and even perhaps snatch some time alone as T is leaving for Croatia this coming Wednesday for two weeks and Tin is out of school come the 19th, which means not only no T, but 24/7 T2 six days in a row! Oo la la.
Because the weekend started out the gate with a roar with Friday night trying to compete with Thursday night, and then Saturday morning rush to jump in the bayou and plant wetland grasses, and then the Pitot House fair, and then company in from out of town again Saturday night, and then Sunday morning rush to go watch our neighbor’s first horse jumping competition (she won!) and then a jazz brunch at Clever with Evan and group.
So I’m a little cranky that it is Sunday night and Monday is going to be a heavy hitting day and well, what have you, but it is what it is and whatyagonnado?
I’ve not been to the gym in over a month except for one yoga class I was able to catch and that left me excruciatingly sore. Thank god we have entered the cooler weather where I can just live in yoga pants. But honestly that is not a good default.
I came up to look at my calendar thinking I could get away tomorrow night and it’s Tin’s haircut night.
Sooooooooooooooooo.