Yesterday morning, Livi and I had a mission: go to Target for Christmas lights and yard ornaments. The Pilot, who has always erred on the conservative side when it came to Christmas decor, gave me free reign to get whatever snowmen and lights I wanted. His turning point was last year, when we were peeking out the garage windows like creepers, checking out all of the neighbor’s Christmas lights. We had one sad, lonely strand. This year, we were determined to match the rest of the neighborhood -it somehow isn’t in our HOA contract to have multiple lights, which is surprising since we get C&D letters for having a solitary weed or forgetting to bring in our trashcan- especially since we will most likely be renting and in a tiny spot this time next year. 

To rewind a little, I’ve been having a rough time waking up in the morning. We’re back to our night-owl ways, and when my alarm goes off in the morning, it’s dark and cold. I’ve been sleeping in, and getting in naptime workouts for the past couple of days. It’s not ideal, since naptime is when I’ll blitz and clean the house, write and take care of blog stuff, but I’ve found that it’s an energizing boost to get in a midday workout. I like it better than working out at night, since I’m wired afterwards and have a more difficult time going to bed.