Girl's Gone Child: Yesterday. In Photos. And Words... ish.

Looking through these photos, I would never know that yesterday was one of those days. And that is one of the many reasons I so appreciate photography. Because a picture magnifies the magic that dwells in the cracks and crevices of error and injury. The last week has been a complete blur of AHHHH and OMG and WHOA (I just said, "Whoa" in my Joey Lawrence voice) ... Not that it's ever especially chill around here. It's always nuts. But, it has been ESPECIALLY nutty these last few days. And suddenly it's night time and I can't remember shit about what happened earlier in the day let alone the day before and the day before that.

(Hal and I play a game called "name three things that happened today" and we both end up staring at each other shaking our heads because neither of us remember anything ever.)

So THIS is what our life looked like this week. And this is where we are right now. Ordering way too much Dim Sum on accident. Tripping over logs in the bamboo forest. Stepping in (a lot) of Peacock poop (I had to scrub the back of my seat this morning). Forgetting the bandaids in the other backpack. Forgetting snacks in the other backpack. Forgetting the backpack...

I am tired. The kind of tired where I feel like this might be a dream right now. Like I'm typing this post in my sleep. I wish I had something more profound to say but that's all I've got at the moment. TIRED. AM SO. I DON'T. YEAH. WHAT. COFFEE. GOODNIGHT. FUCK, WE STILL HAVE TO MAKE LUNCHES. OH. THE END.

And yet, this morning as I was feeling sorry for myself for being out of my mind tired and overwhelmed with how behind I am in absolutely every. single. way, I revisited these photos from yesterday's adventure and was reminded that in the greater scheme of things, NONE OF THAT EVEN MATTERS BECAUSE THIS. IS. WHAT IS UP.