A whole week of my life - Day one

Stephany inspired me to do a week of posts regarding my day to day, so here’s comin’ atcha regarding my Sunday. She’s doing Monday through Sunday, but unless you want all-baseball, all-the-time, we’ll start with a non-baseball day. Sound good? Right. I'll try to keep these short because I tend to get long-winded, and I don't want to bore you. My life is truly not that interesting.

Sunday. Sunday was a freaking blast, guys. I didn’t have high hopes for it when I was yanked out of a dead sleep in the wee hours of the morning by a blood curdling screem because Henry had been sitting on a suitcase trying to zip it up and caught the zipper on his ….. inner thigh. Inner thigh. Whoo. He ended up with dark blood blisters where it caught but obviously it could have been worse.

I like to short order cook on weekend mornings. No one likes to short order cook, right? Well, everyone in my house likes their breakfast a little different and it’s not too hard to personalize because I have a wonderful massive egg pan.

Adults: alternative mimosa (I had these terrible leftover wine cups, so I mixed it with coconut la croix and orange juice and made them palatable) eggs scrambled with tomatoes, onions and brie, English muffin and bacon. And coffee. Coffee coffee coffee

Kid 1: bacon, plain scrambled eggs, melon but not watermelon, kale milkshake

Kid 2: bacion, scrambled eggs w/ American cheese, no melon but watermelon, kale milkshake

Momma happy, everyone happy.

The rest of the day we headed over to the Epcot Food and Wine Festival and guys, I had so much fun. I didn’t have high hopes when we pulled into the parking lot and it was ALMOST FULL but it was a great time and I ate so many good dishes and the kids were fantastic. We danced to BBVD and watched the Chinese acrobats and did a Perry adventure and I ate and drank and ate and drank and my kids even tried some things too (although they also got tried and true things like fancy nitro chocolate ice cream and Belgian waffles and German sausages).

I think that being off my meds, while harder to deal with the anxiety, makes me enjoy things more. I just had such a great time and because of that I know my kids did too. We fought less, I got annoyed less, I hope it keeps up, and I hope that whether it's all in my head (ha!) or is an actual physiological reaction, I hope I can feel like this more often than not.

That was our day. Just fantastic.