First off, when Grandma Vieira offered to take the girls for lunch and an afternoon craft I dropped them right off and set out for errands with my boy. We did a few little things, and then realizing my poor timing (because of my rumbly tummy) I made a decision that we would break our typical rule and go out to eat. Luckily, Ezra is not too picky and gladly joined me for an Indian food buffet. How is it that almost all food you do not have to make by yourself when you are pregnant becomes heavenly? There were several plates of spicy, saucy goodness that entered this belly.
After we retrieved the ladies, I was too lazy to try putting Ezra down for a nap. Instead we all ended up on the couch with a huge pile of library books. I just hoped he would pass out. Instead, several books in the afternoon sunshine was directly on us. I took the opportunity to stretch out in cat-like fashion and just bask for a good half hour. Yes, there was poking, eye-lid lifting, and corner of book jabbing, but I just ignored it. They all found something else to do eventually.
When it came time for dinner, I still felt little drive. I pulled chips, salsa, yogurt, and granola out of the fridge and pantry and called it better than nothing. To my surprise, no one complained. Bellies still were filled, and now we're all on the verge of dreamland.
I'm starting to think a day off here or there should become more of a regular thing.
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