The kids were off yesterday and after three p.m. we were still wearing our pajamas. I was in a Downton Abbey haze - having caught up with the finale earlier in the morning (I'm not happy about it either). The boys' eyes were bloodshot from too much xBox, Ivy had found the leftover Valentine candy, and I frantically ushered everyone into the car. We needed air and exercise.
Other than the (awesome) change of scenery, life is per usual around here. I make the same meals in the crock pot, we watch the same TV shows, albeit on different, weird channels. I hardly know what time it is or what day it is. That's nothing new.
I'm feeling great. I was having some major headaches in the past month that I figured was due to stress and fatigue with the move but discovered that going gluten-free helped 100% so now I'm one of those people. But I've found my groove with what I can and can't have and it's all good.
I started knitting this sweater for myself on the first day of our road trip out here because I thought I'd have so much time to finish it and, you know, I think I've maybe gotten twenty rows in. I bring it to Ivy's ballet class and work on it a tiny bit at a time. It's only a forty-minute session. At this rate, I'll hopefully be finished by the time she graduates. But I'd really like to wear it now, so I need to get on that.
There's just so much to do, the days are content with full bellies and the roar of the ocean is our soundtrack. It looks like it could swallow you up any moment, and it surely would, but it calls you closer. I'm so glad we have this chance to get to know it well.