I don’t know what it is about January that makes me want to stay home all the time. Maybe the cleaning frenzy that always accompanies the post-holiday time.  Maybe the weather that is less-than-inspiring on most days.  Whatever the cause, I kinda like it.

There’s been lots of baking around here.  Lots of cooking.  Lots of reading, which makes me happy.  Add some coloring and finger painting and homemade playdough, and I am a happy camper.

It’s weird for me because, as much as I’m a homebody, I also get restless on most days.  We usually head out to errands or to the library or the park or at least out for a walk.  Lately though, I am perfectly content at home watching someone play with legos.  So much so, in fact, that I put off trips to the dry cleaner or the grocery store, thinking maybe we should stay home just a little longer.

As lovely as my hermit habits are, I’m also with a toddler who is somehow cutting six teeth at once.  Four molars, actually, and it’s not as terrible as expected, but still leaving me sleep deprived and really tired of changing poopy diapers.  (All that drool has to go somewhere, I guess.)  I was up three times last night.  I’m tired.  My house is a wreck. It’s easy to see things glass-half-empty.

But this afternoon, when he was napping, I slipped in Jude’s room to get his dirty laundry, I saw a sun-dappled sleeping baby.  And I dare you to be angry at the world when you see those sleeping eyelashes.

So messy house or not.  Teething baby or not.  Lazy homebody or not.  I love my life.

Happy weekend, y’all.  I have a knitting class tomorrow I am super excited for.  And more lazy homey-time, I’m sure.