I don’t know why I think this weekend was note worthy. It held nothing of real excitement but instead boasted of an overall feeling of … a funk.
But I’m in an even bigger Blog Funk meaning I am at a loss for anything really to write about … or what I even want to have a blog for. But I’ve heard that you just have to write in order to break down any sort of writer’s block so here goes nothing and back to my weekend.
Without a doubt, my dominant temperament is Sanguine. I like being around people. I follow my knee jerk impulses. I go from high to low and back to high in a matter of minutes. I have a hard time staying on task since something else always looks more fun. And I don’t need lots of alone time. In fact, I shouldn’t have too much of it at all, otherwise, left alone with my thoughts, I become one blubbering mess.
After our little cocktail social
hour hours on Thursday
night, even though I was exhausted and putting an even more exhausted baby to
bed, I felt so good. I just had some
great people time and had real adult, social interaction and I had been the
hostess. So many good things rolled into
that statement. Anyway, the bummer about
after a social event is that it suddenly becomes so clear that … you’re back to
Jacob is tutoring every day of his fall break, which means he has the car. Thus Friday I found myself not only coming off a lovely social high, but I was stranded. No vehicle. My outing of the day consisted of when Jacob returned and Sebastian and I went 1.2 miles up to our friendly, neighborhood, Indian grocer, Patel. My excitement for the day was buying the Indian equivalent to a “just add water and stir” dinner (I ended up liking it a lot. Jacob just liked it.).
While dinner-in-a-packet simmered, Sebastian and I Face-Timed my parents back in Florida, which only made my “I’m all alone again” all the more apparent since I began to add “and my family is far away” to the mix. I’ve always been such a homebody. I don’t think any of my siblings relish the “Land of the Lotus Eaters” (affectionate term for our childhood casa) quite like I do, which is an odd thing considering I’m the Sanguine of the family.
Saturday wasn’t much better. Jacob departed for tutoring, and over the course of two or three naps of Sebastian’s I attempted to begin step one of a pants altering project I have been wanting to get underway for a while. I don’t remember too much else from the day. I started feeling a little stir crazy, so I loaded up Sebastian in the stroller and we took a lap around our complex to try to kill time before Jacob returned and we headed off to vigil mass. But I didn’t kill enough time so I whipped out the camera as Sebastian started to perform some as of yet new tricks, like …
The push up …
One handed plank …
He’s more of a little yogi than his momma already.
Then we scooted off to mass where Sebastian was the most fidgety he’s ever been and then we kidnapped my bro, Stephen, and forced him to come home with us and visit for a while. So the three of us ended the evening eating BBQ and cocktails … go figure.
Sunday found me once again vehicle-ess, and really stranded because we couldn’t even take the stroller out for a spin and join some friends for brunch because the rain kept us inside. In fact, I made two different attempts to leave the apartment each time thinking the rain had ceased enough to venture out only to be pushed back inside.
So we hung out.
And I overloaded Instagram with selfies and other bad boys:
Until Daddy got home.
Then Sebastian and I stole the vehicle and did a big, exciting outing that lasted all of an hour and a half. I went to Old Navy (I’m going to ask for some input on a purchase I made perhaps in a later blog entry), then popped next door to the Whole Foods. Though as a baby wearer I – in a sense – fit in, however, in another sense I certainly did not seeing as I think the store employees were better dressed than I was.
And do you KNOW how much organic milk costs there? Shoot. Do you know how much ANYTHING costs there?
Sheesh. I stuffed some samples in my mouth then Sebastian and I headed home.
That evening I attempted another Indian dish. However, Jacob really really liked it, and I … didn’t. C’est la viz. But the big deal of the night was this: Jacob was going to not study so we could watch The Great Gatsby together. I don’t think we’ve watched a movie together since we saw Renoir the week before Sebastian arrived. However, the 2.5 hour film took us approximately four hours to watch. Four hours.
We turned down the lights, turned on the white noise, and popped in our earphones; but wouldn’t you know the wee one would wake up about every twenty minutes demanding a warm body to lull him back to sleep. By the end it almost felt like a chore to try to finish the movie, but we did ...
… in bed, with Sebastian sleeping between us, earphones dutifully in place.
A romantic evening I must say.
And that’s my weekend.
I suggest you read Mary’s weekenddiaries, instead, for a more uplifting weekend recounted.