Skip to main content

Cranky....

I'm in a cranky mood tonight.  Am having a glass of wine for dinner because after I made LP "pasketti and eatballs" (which was AFTER I cleaned up 2!!  poopy pairs of underpants) I couldn't be bothered to make anything else.  Paul had sandwiches and I sat in my pjs at the kitchen table with my glass of wine (the end of the bottle- oh no!).

 

As much as I hate working out, I've noticed that when I don't get enough exercise I have a harder time being patient and un-cranky.  I got a good long walk in on Sunday but haven't had any exercise since then.  Combine that with super crowded trains going home today (at 2 in the afternoon- all full up with college students with rolling suitcases, texting away as they rolled along instead of paying attention to the poor commuters they were running over) and a general feeling of blah (yup- "Aunt Flo" is due to join us on Thanksgiving Day) and it's wine for dinner.

 

335672_10150474514960406_545765405_11092077_364627202_o

On the train.  

Wearing a shirt that made me feel frumpy all day, with my hair in a ponytail because I was too rushed to blow dry it this morning.  

All contributing to my general blah-ness.


Ok- I've wallowed long enough.  I could go sit on the couch and read blogs and play the Harry Potter Lego game (on sale on iTunes right now for 2.99- and totally worth it) that I'm currently obsessed with (seriously- soooo fun!) OR I could go to my sewing room and be creative for a while.  Or at least tidy it up so that when inspiration strikes I'm all set to sew....

 

Think I'll go with option 2.... Right after I crack open another bottle of wine....

 

See ya manana!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Checking in....

Thought it was time for a little update on the projects we're working on at Casa LeBaron.   In living room news, our fireplace is almost finished!  The new tile has been grouted (no pictures yet) and all we have left to do is seal the grout and install the new fireplace doors.  Then I have to figure out how I want to style the mantel- I usually just throw a bunch of frames and things up there but am not sure if that's the way I want to go right now...  Here's how it's looking (or, here's how it was looking before we grouted the tile): Below is a close up of how we fixed our cabinet doors.  Originally they were oak with horrible brass hardware.  The panels on each door front was cracked and they were U-G-L-Y.  So we popped out the panels, painted the frames, and used my handy dandy glue gun to inset new panels.  The new panels were made from one sheet of radiator screening that we cut to size and sprayed with oil-rubbed bronze spray paint.  We added new handles and…

Things to Remember: Eliza Rose, Age 3

Today our sweet little Eliza Rose turns three.  Like all moms, I'm sure, it's hard for me to believe that she's already out of toddler-hood and becoming a preschooler.  It seems as though we were just preparing for her to join our family yesterday and now, of course, it's impossible to imagine what life would be like without Eliza around.


Eliza might be the smallest person in our house but she has the largest personality by far.  Shy in public, she's boisterous and energetic at home- running all over, squealing with excitement, bossing everyone around and trying to take charge at all times. 

She's stubborn and sensitive, sweet and sassy, and over the top spicy.  

At three Eliza's favorite things are her brother, her doggies, mermaids, stories, and princesses.   She loves to play tea party, help in the kitchen and go swimming.    Sometimes she says she's "Eliza BaBaron"- other times she's a "puppy doggy" or a "mermaid with a pi…

Paul Thomas: Things to Remember, Five

Oh what a difference a year makes.  Paul turned FIVE on Sunday.  Last year, when he turned four, I lamented the fact that he had gone from a toddler to a little kid in the blink of an eye.  Another blink later and he’s not a little kid anymore- he’s a big kid, a five year old, heading off to pre-K with his backpack and his lunchbox and not even a wave good-bye over his shoulder. 

LP has grown several inches since he turned four- just look at the difference in the photos below, taken just about a year apart.  He looks like a baby to me in the first photo, and so grown up in the second.





At five, Paul is intelligent, engaging, witty, and I have to admit, rather adept at sarcasm (it runs in the family on both sides and was bound to happen).  He loves to talk to anyone and everyone but is particularly happy talking to grown-ups, especially the elderly people who frequent the YMCA we attend.   I’ve been told several times by them that he’ll grow up to be a politician or a salesman.  When I…