A Sunday afternoon

It’s a lovely Sunday afternoon, I am in my bedroom over looking at my son sleeping for his third nap of the day. I had just finished watching the game México vs. Costa Rica for the World Cup qualifiers. Mexico, yet again demonstrated that they are not ready for the World Cup. The coach is constantly making errors such as the placement of the players. Low key I rather not see Mexico go to the World Cup. 

The last few days I’ve had a lot thoughts crossing my mind such as what foods to feed my son to the health of my husband. I sometimes feel it can be overwhelming trying to balance it all. Finding spare time for myself is impossible to get, so that’s why I decided to go back to writing. I have been trying to find the energy to motivate myself to update my blog again. Ever since the birth of my son I haven’t had any ounce of energy spared to keep writing. From having all the time of the world to write, my writing time now is during nap time. 

I have shifted myself to the living room where I’m enjoying the last quarter of the Rams vs 49ers game. I never imagined I would be a football fan, it was until my husband introduce it to me. The game itself is not that bad but not as a sport for my son to play. Well I’m not sure what team I’ll go for but for sure it’ll be a LA team, Rams or Chargers? 

As this day is ending I just want to express that it feels good to be writing again, even though it was for a little bit. I hope I get to do it more often. 

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