Remember how I was all Susie Sunshine about our current living situation post-mini tsunami at the Nombomb compound? This morning, I morphed into Cranky McBitterpants.
Living out of suitcases that are overflowing with clothes — yet contain no underwear — has been a little challenging. On top of that, making meals in our ill-equipped and cramped kitchenette has taken its toll on my perky demeanor. It doesn’t help that our temporary housing is 20 minutes away from our house (due to morning traffic), and now we’re always late to EVERYTHING, which makes me want to scream.
As we were speeding to Big-O’s doctor’s appointment this morning, he told me to stop stressing out because it’s making my hair turn grey. The fact that he noticed that I was frazzled made me sad. Before dropping him off at school, I gave him a big Mama Bear hug and pinky swore that I’d take a chill pill.
I returned to our temporary abode and made myself breakfast: scrambled eggs, prosciutto, and cherry tomatoes.
Then, Lil-O and I drove to Happy Hollow Park and Zoo where we spent all afternoon riding baby roller coasters and catching some rays.
Screaming and laughing at a kiddie park can do wonders for your temperament. You really must try it sometime.
We came home in the late afternoon and I refueled with some fresh coconut and a Grass-fed Paleokit.
After we picked up Big-O and his pal Z from baseball practice, we drove to Sancho’s Taqueria for dinner.
I like this place a lot — authentic Mexican food made with high-quality ingredients.
I constructed my own entree by selecting the House Salad and adding shrimp, carne asada, and guacamole.
Hubby ordered Prawns A La Diabla, but skipped the rice and beans.
Next month, Sancho’s is opening up a new spot closer to our house, and I have a sneaking suspicion we’ll be dining there all the time. (That is, as soon as we’re actually able to move back into our house.)
The end of my day was better than the start.