This is one of those weekends.
The weekend where I don't see my husband on our day off together.
Sometimes I really hate change. I hate when I get so used to the luxury of a Saturday together and then for whatever reason we pick up a shift at work, or have somewhere else to be. I ate brunch with Sofia alone. They brought my hazelnut latte and I sipped it slower than normal, staring at the empty seat across from me. I thought about how limited Erick and I's days together really are right now. I thought about when the last time was that we even took a night off, a night out, sipping micheladas over a noisy crowd and laughing at our own jokes.
I know we'll get there.
As it gets closer to the holidays, it only spirals busier and busier out of control, so we may as well plan ahead. Which reminds me- I have a great post to write about planning. (and we all know I'm not very good at that...) Thanks for continuing to stop by, it means a lot that people actually want to read about what's happening in my life and how I'm adjusting to motherhood. It's been a crazy ride.