Chicago weather did good this weekend. Finally. After so many months of grueling cold, I think it’s actually starting to warm up. However the five day forecast is calling for rain every single day this week… so there’s that.
I’m kind of obsessed with these green pants right now. More to come on them later.
My mom outdid herself with the Easter basket she sent this year. She mailed a shoebox of Easter eggs filled with quarters (laundry money) peanut butter Snickers (because YES) and Harlow treats. Lots and lots of Harlow treats. The moment I opened the box he was all over it.
And he had zero remorse about it. If anything he was just mad I walked in on him.
We spent Saturday at the park and I got a little too cocky and climbed a very large tree. And about five seconds later I tumbled down the very large tree, head first. It was the most awkward/slow motion fall ever.
At one point my ankle was caught in a branch and my head was inches from the ground. I finally bailed and rolled onto the ground. Chris came running over acting like he was worried, but he was mostly laughing. As was everyone else in the park who saw this random adult-child rolling out of a tree like a moron.
I’m okay, just a few scrapes and bruises on my knees and hands like any ten year old kid would have. I also ripped a hole in my jeans. Like I said, just standard kid battle wounds.
After the tree fall the rest of the weekend looked like this. Beaching and brunching.
And now it’s almost midnight and I’m trying to prepare for my “new life” that starts tomorrow.
It was supposed to start April 1st, but one thing led to another and here we are. I’m getting up early tomorrow (have we heard this one before?) to start a new workout. I’ve already tried and failed to start it several times, but this time is different. I can feel it. If it goes well, I’ll share the details. If it doesn’t, I’ll pretend I never brought it up.
Okay new life, let’s do this.