Instead of a night of deep sleep, I was up with Jack all night long. I repeat, ALL NIGHT LONG. He was crying and restless due to a sore throat and cough. I finally gave up at 3:30 a.m. and brought him downstairs to play so I could at least rest on the couch. The good news: I fell asleep. The bad news: I have no idea how long he played! That's okay though; mama getting sleep equals world peace in our casa.
Despite a summer cold trying to steal the kick off to our summer, we rocked Saturday.
We like to pride ourselves on our ability to make the best of less than ideal situations.
So we found the good and used it it up like there was no tomorrow.
No summer cold is going to steal our summer mojo. Summer is speaking its language here through words of wet swim trunks drying in the sun, cold ice-tea, big pools and little pools, the beach, and lazy mornings.
(Yes, Mr. Street Safety Man, we plan to take it slow. Very slow.)
What says summer in your neck of the woods?
Enjoy your week!