Fall gloom

 Another rainy, gray, foggy day in Washington. (It's still a little weird to me, but I like it anyway.) 

I feel like every day I have a conviction that today will be the day I ______! Play with the baby, make bread, clean, do laundry, go somewhere... but every day it's the same routine... which is me sitting around wishing I had more energy. Alas.

I'm trying to find a positive. I enjoy the rain a little, actually. I enjoy my baby snuggles. I'm glad my kiddos had umbrellas today, even though I wasn't sure I should let them bring them. I feel like I want something yummy, but also something kind of nutritious. I feel bad because I'm worried my chicken will have gone bad before I made the meal I planned for it (bc I keep not wanting to make it, including now). There was something else I was feeling like maybe I messed up/neglected until it went bad. But I guess at least I didn't buy the three pairs of yoga pants I was looking at this morning. I'm convincing myself I'm not mad that I've gained a little more weight, I'm just a little frustrated that my pants dont fit well anymore. My shorts were great. I don't want to buy more stufffffff. (I'm hoping maybe goodwill can help me out? I haven't been there yet and I'm a little skeered of it.)