April is exhausting.
I’ve never been so excited to see May.
Where the hell have I been? Ah, allow me me fill you in…
Somehow we managed (and by we, I mean sometimes me and Mike, but mostly just me) to celebrate five birthdays, anniversaries, wedding showers, baby showers, a few brunches with old friends, and hell — we even threw in a few memorial services to cover all our bases.
Every Saturday and Sunday on my calendar was booked. Some with multiple stops.
This is when Mike would lovingly point out that I only work a few days a week, so I still had some time off. But those days are full of grocery shopping, and laundry, and theoretical house cleaning. I didn’t do much cleaning. But I should have, and could have — but naps are just as important. At least they are to me.
Throw in a few doctors appointments (apparently I grind my teeth now? so that ear infection I thought I had was a false alarm. Oh! And I might have diabetes, which is tbd. FUN, right?!)
And I couldn’t try out any new recipes either, because I didn’t have a working oven until a few weeks ago. Like, as in starting in February, when a few kitchen outlets inexplicably just stopped working. Ah, the glory of home-ownership!
Throw in a bunch of rush invitations, prints, and stuff for friends and Etsy customers too.
And to add insult to injury, Scandal was all repeats for THREE WEEKS! You’re killing me TV!! Thankfully I have a weird fascination with Hannibal Lecter, so I got (creepily) by.
My calendar for May is blissfully empty, with the exception of a weekend at the beach with my boo, and some fancy tea with some even fancier ladies.
And now I really need to clean this place up, because I’ve been avoiding it since, ummm… March.