So we meet again, Friday.

Friday, August 30, 2013

What a week. I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. And we've yet to begin our 6a school year wake-up call. Although I love this time with the boys, and the opportunity to get appointments and errands out of the way before time gets more crunched, I have to admit that I crave a schedule. Knowing what I'm doing and when is nice, and replaces the rather scattered unpredictability that comes with summer. We all have to go back to real life and that's not all bad.

I have the first week of my final undergrad class under my belt. My professor started throwing around terms like thermodynamics and functional groups and chirality on Wednesday. Some very unattractive sweating began. I thought those days were over and yet organic chemistry has come back to haunt me. Good lord. Thankfully it's my sole focus. You can do this, Sarah. Or so I tell myself.

1// It was a beautiful, cool August afternoon. Until the skies opened up about a block and a half before I reached my car. Without an umbrella in sight. Book bag held over my head, soaked from head to toe, I was doing a half run. I've seen wet rats in the NYC subway system with more grace. This is the view from my windshield as I dried off and waited it out. 2// I only want to eat one breakfast for the rest of my life: scrambled eggs with soyrizo. I have had it many times before, but the addition of corn tortillas perfected the recipe. On this particular day, I sat on our back deck and ate it in solitude while enjoying the scenery. 3// I made my return to CrossFit after almost 2 months. I had written it off, actually, but an email from the owner prompted me to come back. I was terrified walking in Wednesday evening. Lo and behold, I was glad to be back; finding that I hadn't lost much footing strength-wise. Today, however, I'm in pain. So. much. pain. I literally creak with every step. 4// My budding photographer. This kid is a natural at so many things. It's amazing. He borrowed my camera at the orchard and snapped some great shots that didn't need even the tiniest bit of editing. The next to last photo in this post? The one where Mario and I are holding a bag of apples? All him. 5// Books. Oh, how I've missed them. I crossed a couple off my to-read list over the summer, but now I can't get enough. I take photos of books that strike my fancy to remember for later and have a long list on my phone. Last night I started The Light Between Oceans by M.L. Stedman. Although we are cutting back financially, and I've already packed up several boxes of books we'd like to keep, I currently have a weakness for picking up new books when I come across them. I want mooore.

Today we meet with our friend who happens to sell Hondas. He sold me my current car last year. I thought I'd be passing it down to Jared years from now because we were in it for the long haul (I drove our last car for 8 years . . . and Mario drove it over two years before that). But it's not working for me. I have never been able to find a comfortable position in the seat. As we were stuck in big city traffic this summer, moving forward a foot at a time, all I could think was I cannot drive a stick shift in this. I'll lose my mind. I feel terrible. I'm not the kind of girl that trades in her car every year! (Not that there is anything wrong with that . . . it's just not where we are in life and I tend to develop attachment to things like cars and have trouble letting go.) I feel like I've wasted our money and our time. But it's not working. So I have to let myself off the hook. Car shopping begins at noon.

I threw out the idea of getting away this weekend and Mario was quickly on board. This week has been full of discouragement, so it will be nice to seek out the ocean and some family time. We are going to pack up the kiddo and the dog and head out for a couple days. Time to press the reset button. 

Enjoy your weekend!


  1. That breakfast looks good!
    Stopping by from HF4F linkup!
    Come link up with us today!

  2. Yikes those words are intimidating! You will do great though.


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