By Holly Sosa
It’s been a long week and I feel like I’ve been playing catch up after our Halloween extravaganza in Big Bear. November is now here and I’m resisting the urge to string up twinkle lights and deck the halls because my husband’s furrowed brow demands that I respect Thanksgiving before going full throttle Holly-Days on him. I took my time taking down the Halloween decorations and made myself purchase a harvest garland to hang over the fireplace so that I wouldn’t dig the Santa one out of the shed. Laundry is finally caught up, costumes are tucked away, and I’m wearing my Thanksgiving baseball tee to appease my husband who doesn’t agree with my Thanksgiving and Christmas are separate but one in the same holiday theory.
Sundays are usually lazy around these parts. But since I was going on two days without a shower, I knew I’d need to accomplish at least that today. Sometimes a hot shower breathes new life into me and that’s what happened when I emerged with freshly shaved legs and a happier attitude. I picked up the house after our long weekend without Dad, who has been on a retreat with our church.
After tornado-ing through the house picking up toys, wiping down counters, and putting laundry away, the kids, who were reading the previous day’s library book discoveries, alerted me to Dad’s arrival home. While I was freshly showered and dressed in my Sunday casual best, the kids were still rocking bedhead, one in just a diaper, and the other in his chonies and tank top. But the house was clean. I call that a victory.
We ventured out for an early dinner together to reconnect after a weekend away from each other. Our small town doesn’t have a lot of options, but the few we do have are simple and satisfy. One place, Cafe 247, is a kitschy road side diner that we visit for spontaneous family fry dates.
Evelyn’s tee is from Lil Jo Peep via Etsy and we have been rocking the hell out of it lately. We also have this one and this one. A one mama shop ran out of Amy’s home, she sort of reminds me of our little diner. Small and maybe even a little bit country, but leaves a lasting impression. Be sure to visit Amy’s shop and support a mama doing the boss lady thing from home.
Something tells me this is the calm before the storm. With a now turned six year old to celebrate this weekend and then Thanksgiving shortly after, I feel like I’ll be playing catch up until the end of the year.
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