I walked to the zoo and lived to tell the tale

On Sunday I took on the task of walking to the zoo. It took me 50 minutes from my house to the front gates of the zoo — it was about 2 miles. And I pushed the Phil & Ted’s stroller with the two kids and our gear (diapers, wipes, water, snacks…) all the way there. I survived.

Madeleine snoozed:

in which hindsight IS 20/20

I did a lot yesterday, and when the kids were finally in bed I made the huge mistake of sitting down on the sofa with my new drink of choice, a Mike’s Hard Lemonade, for a few minutes to relax. Instead of relaxing though, I crashed, and when I finally finished my drink it took every ounce of my remaining energy to peel myself up off the sofa and get myself to bed. The worst part of it was that I didn’t even enjoy my drink because all I could think was: I’m gonna regret this in the morning! We’re not talking hangover here, we’re talking about disorganization: I should be getting the girls’ stuff ready for school; I should be getting my stuff ready for work… And guess what? I was right! This morning was disorganized, the stress levels rose and I regretted sitting down on the sofa with my drink.

Will I never learn?!?

On the flip side… the reason I was so tired was because I did a lot of ’solo’ parenting this weekend while my darling husband worked very very very hard on a house-project… details to be revealed next week!