I still feel as if I am recovering from our weekend. It’s Tuesday (or technically Wednesday) but still.
Seriously, our weekends seem to get busier and busier, so that Monday feels like a reprieve. Granted, on Monday I am no longer heading into an office or putting on a suit and heels, so that helps. I’m just still getting used to living near family and carving out the time to spend and see everyone.
This weekend we spent Friday night at my brother and sister-in-laws, where we had pizza and the kids watched Logan’s new favorite movie, Madagascar. And they are popcorn and got it EVERYWHERE. (Rumor has it this was due to Logan showing everyone how to eat with their mouths – no hands – from the bowl. Aren’t I proud.)
Saturday we were up early to do some cleaning, pay some bills and fold laundry. At noon we headed off to Pennsylvania for my sister- and brother-in-law’s anniversary where they renewed their vows and had a little party. I happy to report I successfully drove us there and back without getting lost once. No one was more surprised by this than Logan.
We got home around 11 p.m. and then were up early once again, this time for Logan’s swim lesson. Then we had to pick up Charlie who stayed at my parents the day before and were off to food shopping.
I had all of my cousins over for a Sunday afternoon BBQ. Logan loves when we all get together because he has a bunch of people to play with.
I often wonder if I made the right decision by moving back to NY, or whether it was a mistake to jump and move so soon. Then, I sit and watch him build cars with my two male cousins, crawl into my sister’s lap and giggle up a storm, and watch him develop his own relationships with his cousins. Relationships that he most likely would not have had – or not nearly have developed as much – if we lived in Florida or any other state.
And in those moments, I sit back and smile, thinking maybe we are right where we need to be.