A day...

I'd love to share pictures from yesterday that are filled with domestic magic, but the truth is, they do not exist. Not yesterday anyway. It was a day. Just a long, tedious, boring, moms-under-the-weather sort of day. I've been sick and just "out of it" for a about 2 weeks now, and it all just came to a head yesterday. I looked around the house at the messy playroom, undone dishes, laundry spilling over into the hallway, empty pantry, and neglected closets, and I just kind of melted into a defeated pile of mush. I had a moment of inspired motivation, and attempted some laundry and ironing, but a few minutes into it, and I was shaking and clammy, and just generally feeling awful. I told my kids to watch movies for the rest of the day, yes, I said day, and retreated to my room with a piece of homemade bread, slathered generously with Nutella, a book, my laptop, and my dogs.

We were out of milk, and anything even remotely breakfast-like, because in my weakened state, I've avoided the grocery store like the plague, so breakfast was dry cereal, and dehydrated strawberries. With my mom's help, lunch was a pieced together mix of grilled cheese, and chicken tostadas (a la leftovers). While I attempted to bake some bread for dinner, I fell asleep for about 3 and a half hours, and left it on the counter to rise, and then subsequently, deflate. I still popped it in the oven, but it tasted like a big, bland, cracker-ish mass. I was short on patience, and generally not pleasant to be around. My kids, God love 'em, were very understanding, and aside from a few rows, they did rather well. My oldest tried to go a little vigilante on a few occasions, but apologized for being bossy and loud, and returned to his complacent self. I was never happier to hear my husband walk through the front door. We all have those days... Mine was yesterday. Today I'm aiming low, in hopes that I'll impress myself. A load of laundry, a shower, a loaf of bread...

Lots of this was consumed by me...


inspired by finding this...


and this...


I finally got motivated to pick up some basics, at 10pm at night. At that point, my only option was my friendly Walmart Neighborhood Market. I had never seen a WNM prior to living in Arizona. I guess it's the Walmartian way of trying to give off that "small town, friendly, wholesome" vibe. I must say, their evil ruse works a bit, because I find myself far more inclined to walk into a "neighborhood market" than I do the evil, bustling mega mart version down the road. That, my friends, is what marketing is all about...


On the way home from the store (Lamont drove me) I decided to drag my shutter on my camera, and make cool "art" out of the tail lights of cars, and traffic lights. Uh-huh, quite possibly the highlight of my awesome day...


Hoping you all had a better day than I did!!