When joy is a habit, love is a reflex

Weekends always go by way too fast. This one was no exception. There was no huge event that made this a great weekend, but rather a million smaller ones weaved together.

I have Fridays off. Usually I spend them trying to catch up on the house work. Somehow I always end up in some thrift store somewhere, buying things I don’t need. This Friday I actually had a date. A real put it on my calendar date. Coffee with my oldest, dearest friend. Twenty five plus years of memories and stories. We have the extremely rare gift of picking up right where we left off. She is the common sense to my insane. These dates need to happen at least monthly. I missed her and her sense of humor terribly.

And make you endless amounts of coffee

Saturday Brogan had a funeral for his friends dad. His empathetic heart made for a lot of conversation followed by silence. Chuck helped him tie his tie, and I was able to snap a photo of it. As I sat there trying not to get teary eyed, I couldn’t help but think how it won’t be long until he’s tying his own tie for prom. Then it will graduation and someday a wedding. This kid knows how to push all of my buttons, but he also knows that with a little grin those dimples pop and I’m mush. He’s my kryptonite.

This one, he will move mountains
He really does love me 😂
They are mine, all mine.

Saturday night Addie was at a friends so it was just Chuck, I and Brogan. We had a much overdue date night. They sure know how to treat a lady. We laughed a lot, and had a great time. They accompanied me to Burlington, Marshall’s, TJmaxx, Lowe’s and 5 below. In return I treated them to a feast at Arby’s.

Date night on the same day that the Arby’s coupons hit the mailbox 🙌
My guys

For some reason Sunday’s are usually the days I get a kick in the ass. The day that I decide to be productive at everyone else’s expense. Today I tackled my closet. Well 1/2 of it anyway. Apparently I feel that the appropriate number of black jumpsuits is 7. While I was cleaning I found an old cash advance recipient. I smiled at the thought of how hard we’ve worked and how far we’ve come over the years. I will never forget how hard we struggled. It has built us, and made our appreciation and empathy for others what it is. Pinterest helped me with a new jean hanger storage concept. I’m loving not having a 6ft pile of jeans to sort through and play Jenga with.

My name is Jen and I’m addicted to horizontal stripes, jeans, and black jumpsuits.

As if that wasn’t enough I thought we’d go wash Marley. Marley is a big girl and washing her at home is not ideal. At Pet Supplies Plus you can bring your dog and wash it for $14. They even provide the shampoo and towels. Addison and Chuck provided the entertainment at no extra cost.

I’m just here for moral support apparently

Laundry is always a daunting task around here. Today my washer and dryer ran nonstop for hours. I’ve decided that I’m going to start folding them downstairs on the bar instead of the dinning room table. I’ve fought the battle of “take care of your clothes” for so long without actually realizing that the solution is so simple. Instead of getting pissed at the piles of clothes that no one takes care of, I’ll keep those piles downstairs so I don’t have to look at them multiple times a day. Sometimes it’s not about winning the fight, as much as it is finding your own peace.

I also managed to re pot all of my plants. We got some potting soil last night at Lowe’s. I’ve never been a plant person until I inherited some from my mother in law. I find them therapeutic and relaxing. I also miss Bernie terribly. These plants remind me of her and I’ll be damned if they are gonna die on my watch.

My zen room

We ended the weekend with a sock matching party. There are several things that trigger me. 100’s of single random socks is at the top of that list. Used Qtips and Bandaids within a foot or two from the garbage will also set me off fast. I could write a whole post about that but let’s be honest it’s 8:30 on a Sunday night, which means it’s a miracle I’m not in bed already.

Sock sorting party is where it’s at


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