Confession time: I don’t feel like me right now. I haven’t been working out much, I haven’t been running at all, and I’m pretty sure my diet consists primarily of sugar and caffeine. I don’t know if it’s my new schedule, the fact that it seems like someone is always sick around here, or that it gets dark sometime after lunch these days. Seriously. How is four freaking o’clock dusk? I realize this time change stuff is not a new phenomenon but it punches me right in the face every single year. My brain shuts down as soon as the sun sets and there is not enough coffee in the world to prevent that. Anyway, I digress.
Whatever is going on with me has also affected my desire to blog, mainly because logging on and saying “I didn’t accomplish anything again today” was getting old pretty quickly. It’s embarrassing, y’all. That being said, I’m hoping the phrase “this too shall pass” also applies to ridiculous things like laziness and bad lifestyle choices. Maybe I’ll get back into a groove soon. Maybe not. What I do know is that it’s not the end of the world. It just feels like it because I miss all the endorphins. It’s science.
Enough about me. Let’s talk more about… me? Moving on to more fun stuff, though: the weekend! Per usual, we’ll do this “two sentence per picture style” and call it a day.
I felt fancy on Friday because I wore a necklace. I am not even remotely joking, guys.
That feeling faded pretty quickly when I got home and put sweats on. But I had fancy popcorn, so there’s that.
We can’t even take purposely funny pictures without embarrassing ourselves. I just don’t get us.
He has a new obsession with grocery shopping, but I can’t blame him. I get it, kid, food is awesome.
Bees Knees is my favorite place ever because they understand the importance of sauces. Sriracha aioli and jalapeño creme, y’all.
Merry Christmas from the tackiest house on the block. I swear these lights are older than I am, so I guess I can pretend they are awesome and vintage.
This weekend we also took Maddux to see Santa, which made us the best and worst parents ever. Obviously, we rock for setting up a special meet & greet. Unfortunately, we suck for buying the pictures of him frozen in fear with one of his idols. Poor kid was jacked to see him but totally locked up when it came down to actually speaking to him or moving his limbs properly. Future yearbook photos? Yes, please.
Question: Anyone else in a funk right now? Can we complain about life to each other? I’m kidding. I’ll suck it up. I promise.