There's this funny guilt that constantly creeps up on you if you live in San Diego….
Most days it’s just so beautiful out and you end up feeling guilty if you’re inside, instead of outside enjoying the beautiful weather.
I often find myself thinking, “Mannn it’s so beautiful out I should go on a hike/bike ride/or go lay out at the beach, but I have x,y, and z to do and the couch looks soo cozy right now”
On one hand this guilt is a great thing, it motivates you to go out and have fun…
On the other hand, this guilt hits me almost every weekend,
and often leads to procrastination and a less than spotless house. The truth is, most weekends I’d rather be outdoors than inside being productive and cleaning the house (sorry mom)
Anyway, this weekend Nadav was (is) sickkkkk, which was obviously horrendous for him, but almost a little nice for me? (Shh don’t tell him that)
Yes, of course I felt bad for him, made sure he took Dayquil and Nyquil, and gasp.. cooked for him,
but I was also able to slow down, relax, and well hang out at home a bit (without that San Diego guilt).
and… I liked it
Friday night I picked up some Mexican food.. and let’s just put this out there Taco Bell is NOT Mexican food.
Just me, my kindle, and the bay on Saturday afternoon. This weekend was so incredibly beautiful
Sunday I ran errands, made dinner, and baked some cookies
By Sunday evening the Sick One decided he was getting a little house crazy and decided we should drive down the hill to catch the sunset at Mission Bay. Beautiful eh?
I decided to reintroduce my legs to the sun. Check out that paleness… it’s a little outta control right now
How was your weekend friends?