We’ve been doing a little of this and a little of that. Mostly just staying home for a change. We were all over the place last month. It’s kind of sad really that traveling (short distances) is sort of a norm for us. Every time I point the car home and Bug starts to recognize where we are going she lets out a wail.
“Nooooooo! I don’t want to go hooooooooome!”
Her sentiments are silly really because she loves being home. She loves driving her dad nuts while he’s trying to work and chasing the cats around with a squirt bottle. She loves the beach and the coffee shop we frequent for chocolate croissants and a latte for me. She loves her toys and her beloved television that is on way more than it should be. I think what she is thinking of is nap time or dinner time and those are oh-so-very-dreaded. (Not that dinnertime is horrid or anything but it isn’t as much fun as eating candy canes and visiting Gramma.)
I can’t blame her. When I think about “going home” I often think of how I have to do laundry or cook dinner or clean the bathroom or the cat box or all of the above. It’s sad when thinking about “home” just conjures up all the chores we have to do. I need to work on that.
I should just be thankful that I have a home that needs keeping up.
Hopefully coming soon: some pictures of our decorated tree that are not blurry! Hopefully!