I need it bad. I have been waking up so extremely tired the past week that I began considering the thought that I might possibly be pregnant. I was convinced I was, even took a test, but alas, I am not. Atleast that would have explained why I am so tired. Oh wait, BING! Light turn on, you haven't gotten 5 consecutive hours of sleep the last 6 months due to a big belly and now chunky babe. Both kids are down right now, just finished my workout, and my body is telling me sleep woman, for the love! But then as soon as I cuddle up on the couch and hug a pillow, it's like my brain starts thrashing all these ideas around in my head, and I get all anxious thinking of things I could be doing, things I wish I had, things I wish I was, treats I wish I could devour on this blustery day. It's a lot of wishful thinking and it we all know wishful thinking never brings bright rainbows and sunny skies.
I'll tell you one thing I am justified in wishing for. Spring. I've got a bad case of the winter blues. This past week the weather has just been downright awful. The kids have been great considering we've been indoors all 12 hours of every day. Evelyn has even napped every day this week, which she quit doing about 2 months ago. She's probably so bored of me that napping seems like the more fun option when 1pm rolls around. Don't blame her. If only my body would let me do the same thing.
I was at Trader Joe's the other day and this begonia was calling my name. So I happily placed her in my cart and now on the mantle she sits. Reminding me that brighter days are ahead.