I’m still trying to find my equilibrium after this weekend’s party. I really underestimated my dislike planning and paying for these kinds of events. I felt irrationally annoyed after it was all said and done. Because I was doing so much running around, I don’t have any nice pics either. None of the kids all together, none of my hubby and I with them. I baked two cakes that I would love to have shown you all, too.
C’est la vie.
I spent nearly all day yesterday cleaning up the mess I had let accumulate the last couple of weeks. The kiddies were a big help. Just my sewing room left and the place will be back to normalish. Pics like this one below, taken earlier, and trips to the library (we got back in a while ago) are the kind of thing I need in abundance to get back to feeling like myself.
It’s my oldest son reading my copy of Where the Sidewalk Ends. I know that I’ve mentioned my love for Shel Silverstein on this blog before. In fact, my stats tell me that’s how many of my visitors find it. This was given to me at my 6th grade graduation for (co)winning a reading contest to finish the most books by the end of the year.
I am beyond tickled that my son has taken a liking to my Mr. Silverstein! I see another copy added to our home library in the future. The kids were successful at the public library, too. Another Keven Henkes came home with us. The only unread adventure of Mouse and Mole was discovered. A new one in the American Girl series was started at the library. And the boy twin was quite picky today, but ultimately left with suitable dinosaur AND robot books. Super score!