highs + lows

Or maybe I should say HIGHS + lows because the highs won out this weekend despite a rocky start - and I wouldn't even say it was rocky - maybe just pebbly. Look at my optimism shine bright like a diamond today.

We'll get the pebbles out of the way first. My coffee mug-o-iced-creamer is more on the half full side this afternoon.

The fattest low came on Sunday when Simon started my most hated rotation but! it's the last of these rotations and the second to last rotation of residency so ... I didn't let it cast the usual shadow of doom, gloom, and death over the rest of the weekend like I normally would because the light .... it's there. 

I woke the kids up in the middle of their naps on Friday for a last minute showing only to have said showing show up hours after their scheduled slot and minutes after we'd already gotten home and the kids' shoes had been scattered to the zillion corners of the house and maybe, just maybe I was stuffing my face with popcorn. We awkwardly filed out while they awkwardly stood outside and my awkward quota for life was more than met. However - the poor realtor dropped off a sweet gift card for a liquor store (genius, so genius) the next morning to apologize SO ... she was more than forgiven and (clearly!) forgotten. 

Saturday brought more showings during naps and weather conducive to doing nothing but walk the mall or find an indoor playground a la Mickey D's. We chose the high class latter, much to Julia and Sebastian's delight and Theo's semi-delight (everything is "scary!!!" complete with dramatic hand motions these days). 

seeking shelter and comfort from the big, bad tube slide.

Simon and I lucked out in finding a sitter and snuck out for a little Saturday night sushi date. Despite every other stranger I encounter assuming that I'm due, "any day now?" we were kindly presented with complimentary shots of sake which I would've appreciated if sake tasted like something other than a mix of vinegar + rubbing alcohol ... don't argue ... you know it's true, too. I failed to snag a date night selfie for you ... I can't believe Simon didn't remind me - SO unlike him. 

Back to reality ... while Sunday's open house fell during naps yet again ... the weather was gorgeous and we took a pizza picnic party to a park (did your tongue start twisting in horror just reading that? hope not) and had a mostly fight/cry/whine-free time which lately feels like a rarity with all of these missed naps and routineless existence.

the apparently not-scary building blocks which look suspiciously like a butchered tree, if you ask me

to the person that told them smiling in unison would result in swift and untimely deaths: thanks! 

{also, can you see where Julia and Sebastian were playing "dentist" and somehow a chunk of Julia's hair got cut? yeah, me neither}

Here's a perfect pointless clip of the trip ... I'll do better next time. 

And of course we managed to fit in some real creative play ...

it's a book .......... house. And they are all over our house at the moment so if you come over bring your best 'impressed' face before Phoebezilla destroys it and all big kid morale for the 10th time that hour.

And I hate to be cryptic (no, I don't) but I don't want to jinx it so I'm typing this slowly with all appendages crossed since the last offer fell through but as of this morning and (barring some weirdly unfortunate circumstances, please Jesus no) ... I think we are done with house showings.

sell-uh-brashun.
I knew you'd like that terrible pun.

Don't tell the kids because a clean house makes for a happy mom and it's fun to watch Sebastian run and grab the broom every time Phoebe throws her food on the floor (all day, e-v-e-r-y day).

And with that, you've been duped into reading yet another weekend recap. If you're still here. I promise I deleted an entire paragraph about my ongoing war with seasonal allergies and my plans to have my eyeballs professionally removed before I scratch them out myself so be grateful you just got hit with this one sentence.

Until next time ... Feliz Monday to all you fiesta people.