Holiday Hangovers

Have you noticed how holiday weekends create a hangover effect on the first day back to reality? A lack of motivation, coordination and ability to open both eyelids at the same time? I'm not a coffee drinker, but the older I get the more it appeals to me.

Our holiday weekend was filled with all the good stuff that leads to a "back to reality hangover"...

Church. Easter service at church filled with some of the traditional classic hymns, although I did notice a lack of oversized hats this year. Maybe I'll have to pick that tradition back up next year... on Ella's beautiful little head of course. Not mine.

Wonderful food. Wonderful, unhealthy, sweet and chocolatey goodness. Goodness that lasts a moment on the lips and a lifetime... yup, on the hips.

Egg hunting a-plenty. Ella was super over-the-top excited to hide eggs for the adults to hunt. Seeing as how the enthusiasm level for the treat bag hunt was far below the anticipated level, I warned her that her idea might be met with far less egg-citement than she hoped. Good thing we had a few good sports in the group and we managed to get through her egg hiding with only one lost egg... the racoons and opossums found a treat that night I suspect.

Front-yard softball. Ella and Cassius have gained an appropriate affection for The Sandlot and will consistently yell "You play ball like a girl" when the situation calls for it. And sometimes when it doesn't. As we drove down the street last week the teams were out in full-force at local diamonds and I heard one child encourage the other to open the van window and yell that same much-adored phrase. Why would they do that? Because, "That would be funny." True that, kiddo. True that.

We heard that phrase a few (million) times during our own little training camp this weekend, but I'd say both the kids should be decent ball players some day. Cassius has the catching and throwing potential while Ella promises to be a great DH and pinch runner. She's got great form and follow-through on her swing and she's greased lightning around the bases. Of course mom makes a phenomenal pitcher/catcher/hitter/runner/base coach and spectator, as does dad. Grandpa even joined in the game and knocked a few out of the park just like, well...
the sultan of swat!
the king of crash!
the colossus of clout!
THE GREAT BAMBINO!

Thankfully Aunt Shari ran a little catching clinic for Miss E this weekend as well. While her brother was practicing last week she joined in only to stomp off after mom "hit her" with three fairly well-placed and incredibly gentle lobs of the ball inches from her glove. Hopefully the lessons "stick" this week when we head out for a game of catch... otherwise she really will be a career DH!

Now that we are back home and snuggled into our own beds life goes back to the routine we are used to, but only after a day full of struggles. Struggles to wake up. To be productive. To eat better and get a good workout in. But tomorrow, well, by tomorrow the hangover will be gone and life will be back to normal again. 

Here's to your tomorrow! Make the very best of it and remember this is your chance to do this day better than all the others you've lived so far.