Oh hey there! I’m back from a little break I didn’t intend on taking. Technically, it was spring break here last week. We didn’t have anything big planned. I thought I’d blog a little. Obviously I grossly miscalculated what a butt-kicking 3 kids full time without Scott here would be.
His work trips are always perfectly timed.
Per usual, the weeks without him start out great. I have a PLAN. And I ATTACK. And I clean the house before bed.
Then as the week progresses, I lose hope, give up, and just sit in bed after the kids go to sleep, catching up on this season of Parenthood while the dirty dishes grow yogurt.
Speaking of Parenthood (and please don’t spoil it because I’m only halfway caught up with this season… oh, Julia) it sparked a big epiphany for me!
I came up with the name Lowell after seeing it flash by in the credits of some show or movie, but I couldn’t ever remember which one. I just saw it once very early in the pregnancy. I loved it so much that I was afraid to suggest it to Scott, for fear I’d start the irrational pregnant ugly cry if he shot it down.
Turns out, though, he loved it because some scientist? Or astronomist? Astrologer? No, I think astronomy person (spell check is saying astronomist is not a word, but you know, science-y people who study space). Anyway, he immediately gave his stamp of approval. It was the easiest name to settle on ever, and for that reason, I was positive I was going to have a girl.
Anyway, that’s the first screen that flashes after an episode of Parenthood is over. So that must be where I got it!
Even though I didn’t have time to blog last week, I did keep a journal of sorts on my Facebook page (are you following me there?). Here are the Spring Break entries, in case you missed them.
And now, back to regularly scheduled life in which I can’t really justify watching 3 episodes of Parenthood back to back while the laundry forms a zombie army.
But I will have to go back for that drink again. Soon. Like, Saturday.