Ezra is away at her grandparents this weekend. I should be sorting school supplies and books and stuff like my plan was. Instead I’m in bed not doing that. I feel like I should feel guilty but I don’t.
I’m 100% confident I’ll fully regret this decision upon her return however 🤣
Have been on a carrot sticks with a hummus, goat cheese and olive oil dip kick lately. Just can’t get enough!
Waiting for my toddler to go to bed so I can start avoiding all the tasks I should be doing ...
My grandfather died early Saturday morning. 10 months after my grandmother, his wife of 62 years, died. I’m sad but at the same time I’m glad they’re at peace and hopefully together.
I don’t know if I believe in heaven or God or anything but for their sake I hope there’s something so they can be together again.
Weirdly, I feel a bit like I imagine it would feel like to be an orphan. They were a huge part of my life so, though my parents are both alive and well, I feel slightly lost for now.
I love that Ezra’s sleep time music is The Beatles. Currently humming along to Octopus’ Garden while rocking Ezra to sleep.