It's 8:02 pm. Is that too early to go to bed? What's a socially acceptable time for a woman of my age to hit the sheets without feeling like a toddler who needs a drink of water before being tucked in? Because really, I am exhausted and could totally snooze off right now and not wake til morning and it would be delightful.
I spent four hours making dinner today. FOUR. FREAKING.HOURS. I did it to myself, mind you, but still. We had our dear friends the Hansen's over for dinner as they are another transplanted family to these parts and so we frequently spend holidays together. And since Sonya is a fabulous cook, she usually does a large part of the meal and we concoct something truly delish together. But since they are moving, um, TOMORROW, I decided to be sweet and give her an out on the dinner prep.
What with it being Easter and all, I decided to make the infamous Chicken Costelleta that's been floating around, accompanied by roasted garlic mashed potatoes, asparagus, Caesar salad with homemade croutons, deviled eggs, because, come on, it IS Easter, and homemade breadsticks. And of course, the family fave bunny cake for dessert. And I thought I had everything under control until, well, I didn't and then spent four hours making dinner.
The good news? It was so amazingly yummy.
The bad news? I want to go to bed. And now it's 8:08. Better wrap this up.
The other things adding to my exhaustion are the crazy spring weekends that are in full swing in our house. Yesterday was Spencer's first baseball game and after a very rocky start to the season and a team switch, I am happy to report that my favorite little slugger is back in love with baseball. He was over the moon with his first game, managed three base hits and had some sweet moves in the infield. That boy is all about business on the ballfield.
After Spence's game and a lunch at McDonald's treated by Grandpa, we came home where Sienna mastered riding her bike without training wheels. She isn't even four yet but off they came and off she went. She rode to the park with the other kids and dad and went on several small bike rides down the street. You can literally see the pride coming through her pores at being able to keep up with the big kids. I took some great video of her riding home but it ends with me yelling at Brad to keep her from running into the car, so I decided not to use it.
Next up, egg dyeing, my most hated task as a Mama. I love watching the kids have fun but those stupid dye pills? The ones that leave your entire fingertip bright orange! or bright green! so you look like a freak at church the next day? Yeah, I'm out on those.
Finally, this morning, in my attempt to have everyone ready well before church so we could get some decent pictures, we still ended up waking the babe last minute, throwing some clothes on him, and hoping for the best. The kids looked awesome, as you may or may not be able to tell in this picture. But seriously? Austin in a tie? I'm dying here.
It looks like we may have lost an Easter Bunny believer hopping down our trail, which saddens me because it's one of my favorite things about Spence, his utter determination to believe in all things magical and fun, butI guess it's time. I secretly think he's still on the fence and am keeping my fingers crossed.
We have a busy week ahead of us with some not-so-fun things in store, but on this Easter Sunday I feel a quiet peace that the road ahead will be uneventful and that my loving Heavenly Father will hold my little one close and keep him safe and healthy.
It's 8:28 now. I've lost 26 minutes of restful sleep but as always, it's fun chatting with you. Sweet dreams friends!
Addendum: It is now 12:13 am. Austin has woken up every 15 minutes since 8:29. I just spent a half hour driving him around town and carried him, in his giganto carseat up to his room where I am hoping he will sleep. Must be the ears. Again. Poor little man. His week is turning out horrible! And me? No sleep? It's bound to be ugly up in here.