2006
sunday, sunday, sunday
maura @ 5:30 pm
A slow rainy Sunday here in mauraland. Weekends can be hard for us. We’re all sort of pooped out from the week, but we also get kind of rammy and crabby just sitting around the house all weekend. Gus will protest mightily that he doesn’t want to do anything, but then he doesn’t want to play by himself either so no one gets anything done.
Yesterday we did actually get out of the house, and it was a nice day, too, so I guess I shouldn’t feel bad about today. The boys met me in the city at Shake Shack for lunch (I have class on Saturday mornings), then we hit the very nice playground at Madison Square Park. On the way home we stopped by Payless and now Gus has two pairs of shoes that fit him that aren’t sandals, lucky boy!
But I still feel at odds with today. When we sit around the house like this I feel like I should be getting more done, crossing things off my list. Ah, the neverending list. Maybe I am just at the beginning of the holiday stress, I don’t know. I feel dull.
