Sometimes, I wish I could shut my brain off for awhile. The self-doubt, the constant comparisons with others, never feeling like I measure up. I wish I could turn that voice off once in awhile. Especially when I have a little boy who told me with a great big smile that my hair smelled like chocolate milk. Ah, I need to get over it. Without spilling completely TMI, in another week, I will be over it. I’m a woman, y’all can figure it out.
Sunday night, after we got back to town, we took our lawn mower over to Volga to get tuned up. Jay picked it up last night, and tonight, he tackled the jungle that was our lawn. We’re going to have some serious work to do soon, if we’re going to plant a garden again this year. This space:
After about 10 minutes, he gave up on the bubble mower, and proceeded to run around the yard, ducking in and out of the hedges. I kept thinking while Jay was mowing, that the prairie really is beautiful in the springtime–Even though I’m in a small town about 10-15 minutes from actual prairie. But it was a beautiful day, and I’m glad I spent about 90 minutes of it outdoors:
Because Jay had kind of a crappy day, on top of having to mow, I said to hell with my menu (also because I forgot to take out the chicken until last night, and my fridge is the slowest thing ever at defrosting), and I ordered us pizza:
While the bambino got himself a hamburger & fries. I told him that if he ate a decent enough dinner, he’d get a treat for dessert. After much whining and pleading that he was done after eating an 8th of his burger, he finally ate enough that I was satisfied, and I made treats for us: