Doing my duty.

There are approximately ten post ideas I've been bouncing around in my brain. Like one that divulges my deep obsession with Pretty Little Liars. The one that makes me want to dress like a teenage girl. Or more accurately, a twenty something aged woman playing a teenage girl who is dressed by a stylist with a big budget. Same, right?

Or how much I love raising boys so far. One all about my new found love for sports and superheros and dinosaurs. And barbies named Mia. 

I really want to tell you about how we put the hardware for the bathroom door on backwards after painting it. How someone can lock you in the bathroom from the hall by pushing a little button. How I'm pretty sure I should be figuring out how this is a metaphor for my life.

I want to talk about the election, insurance woes, the end of my maternity leave and why I stood on a corner and yelled at church goers the other night. 

I plan on writing about all of these things, but today I can't. 

Today is the first day of October. Well, it is on the east coast. So by blogger law I must post my fall decor. I'm already on formal warning for going all of September without blogs about fall, pumpkins or soup. 

Then I got tired of decorating.

Really, really tired.

And one from instagram because Gray woke up before I could finish taking pictures.