I have lots of thoughts bouncing around my brain that I just need to get out. Some of which deserve entire posts of their own, others of which do not, but in either case small snippets is all I can manage today. Here's my brain dump for the week:
HP and I took our first solo trips on the bike this week. Yesterday we went to the library to pick up Glennon's new book and today we went to storytime at Whole Foods. It was glorious. I feel like I have a new lease on life and cannot put into words how amazing it is to be cycling on our own schedule instead of waiting for the bus. It makes me love our life even more than I did before, and that's saying something since life has been pretty good to us these days.
On Monday I went to the thrift store and found three pairs of shorts, six pairs of pants, and one shirt for HP for $17.59. Amazing, right? Their already cheap prices were half off for a Memorial Day. These purchases were a desperately needed addition to my wardrobe; aside from a single pair of jeans, all of my shorts and pants had holes in them, which was making it difficult to leave the house appropriately dressed.
The first year we lived here--the infamous summer of 2011 that broke records for the most days over 100 degrees (90) and most consecutive 100 degree days (27)--we did not use the air conditioning. Call us crazy, but it's what we did. We made do with fans and trips to the neighborhood pool or Barton Springs. Last summer I relented in the beginning of August. Being home with an infant in the oppressive heat was pushing me to the edge of mental stability. This year we didn't even make it to the end of May before I switched it on. And you know what? It makes me happier. I would like to think that I am not someone who is affected by the weather, but the past two years in Texas has shown me that's a lie. Air conditioning, I love you.
I have been vacillating wildly between wanting to have another child right now, wanting to wait another six months to year, and stopping where we are as a family of three. I could write about this subject at length, but I am fairly certain it would make me sound like a crazy person.
I am reading the Signal and the Noise by Nate Silver which has planted a desire in me to go back to school for statistics. Never thought I would be saying that, but the more I think about it, the less crazy it seems. It would require me to retake the GRE (my scores are more than five years old) and take prereqs at the community college. I am trying to just sit with the idea for a few months to make sure it is more than the plan of the moment.
This week marks a year since we moved into our house. It feels like a lifetime ago.
My brain is officially cleared. On to laundry.