WeekendingFebruary 09, 2015
It's Monday again. The day of extra coffee, extra yawns, and extra irritability. Don't get me wrong, I'm a pretty pleasant person, but I get a case of the Mondays pretty bad. Without coffee and Sam Smith, I wouldn't be my cheery desk dwelling self.
The weekend was pretty dull, a few obligations, and not enough down time. At least in my opinion. The shower still remains un-scrubbed for the second weekend in a row if that gives you a sense of just how unproductive we were.
Friday was a little day off for me. (Why didn't you scrub the shower?!) Penelope was just getting back to being her healthy self, and I got a taste of what it was like to be a stay at home mom. I'd do it in a heartbeat by the way. We watched Princess and The Pauper, a few episodes of Sophia the First, and even a bit of the SacconeJolys on YouTube. Which Penelope loves by the way. No kidding, she smiles, waves, and even "talks" to Eduardo and Emilia when she sees them on the TV. It's precious.
Then there was nap time which brought out the most emotional mama-side of me. The side I'm sort of glad no one can see. I couldn't bring myself to put her in her crib. She was too perfect laying there on the couch. I've watched her sleep countless times before, but that particular nap was different.
Perhaps it was the sun peeking through the blinds and illuminating those red locks, or those tiny dream-land smiles. She wasn't my tiny baby anymore and it was all I could do to not high tail it to Neverland.