Why is it that the first week after vacation always feels so exhausting? Aren't we supposed to come back relaxed, renewed, and refreshed? Well, it's only 7:07 p.m. on Friday night, and I'm ready for bed. Rushed home from work to light the Shabbat candles with Little Miss Lauren, eat some challah, then whip up some chicken and spinach salad before engaging in a game of teacher and student (per Lauren, you can just call me Miss Stephanie). Now it's off to bath, more playtime, book and (hopefully) bed for all of us.
Between all of the activities this weekend - kid's birthday party, horseback riding lesson, and 2 play dates, not to mention menu planning for next week (and oh, yeah, fitting in a run and about 3 hours of work somewhere), I'm imagining that total rest isn't really an option in the immediate future. But you know what? I can sleep in about 10 or 12 years (if I'm lucky). I wouldn't want to miss out on a moment right now with this little one.
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