Weekend Recovery

I’m off my routine and fumbling. I can’t blame the holidays anymore but I do blame back-to-back weekends of travel and sleep deprivation. All of our fun has been super fun, but recovering from fun is way hard. You know what I mean. Organizing a thought takes extra effort.

The boys and I went to Chattanooga for a night and then to Atlanta for two. We were zombies by Monday evening when we got home and spent the majority of yesterday still in a state of fatigue and snippiness. The boys were so exhausted that they didn’t argue when I put them to bed at 8:30 two nights in a row. They surrendered willingly.

I took tons of pictures of the boys with their friends, but I have to share this one first. Chato is the sweetest little bulldog ever. And so calm. SO CALM. (Do you hear me, Major? CALM.)

Chato and his twinWe’re still in a bit of recovery this morning, based on the amount of tattling I’ve already had, so I’m off to wrangle two children and change their tones. Before I do, I’m going to adjust my own attitude with a little music and another cup of coffee. First coffee, then children. Always.

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