The Most Boring Story You Will Read Today
Confession: I’ve kind of been feeling sorry for myself all day today. Michael is out of town for work and today’s appointment rescheduled. A deliciously large chunk of uninterrupted time + a husb’ travelling = deep housecleaning to be had. And I dreaded it. Let’s be real, I’ve spent a ridiculous amount of time this week internally moping as I knew it had to be done sooner rather than later …there’s only so long I can stretch out a random dust busting session here and there with 5 animals. I could build an intricate nativity scene with the amount of fur I encounter on a weekly basis. Anywho, here I am, feeling all sorts of sorry for myself as I start my first task of my cleaning routine, when I have a mini-epiphany. “I’m not doing chores, I’m spending quality time with my house.” Yes it’s cheesy, but that’s the exact sentence that entered my mind. Every surface, every item; these were things that my husband and I, whether individually or collectively, COVETED. We pursued and worked hard for these things (or treasured people in our lives gifted them to us).
Those bookshelves in the living room that are such a chore to dust? Those were the ones I wanted for a full year. Ones that required me sitting in the backseat on the drive back from LA, as they took up the passenger space from trunk to windshield. I couldn’t even wait until the weekend to start begging Michael to assemble them. And now I’m so mad that they have the audacity to get dusty!!!???
OMG, so annoying sweeping up all of this dog hair……one day I’ll sob when I don’t have one of these nuggets to clean up after.
My inner voice said its favorite line “You straight up trippin’ boo”. And with that, I chose to spend my cleaning time remembering the stories behind each object or room and being grateful I had a home to clean and a body strong enough to do it.
Super Husb’
After showing him pictures of my dream changing table/dresser (bananas that *I* now have a dream changing table), The Husb’ and I bought this credenza on Craigslist for $40.00.
and he and my awesome father-in-law turned it into this:
SCORE!! EXACTLY what I wanted! We are getting excited for our little owl!
a day
i was struck by a thought this morning while reading through my dash
our todays are going to be different.
The sun is shining in chicago, so my neighbors and I have that in common
(but I hear it is raining somewhere in north carolina).
The bank sign on my corner read 58 degrees
meaning it will…
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15 Ways To Stay Married For 15 Years
I thought this was going to be one of those stupid women’s magazine-esque articles on “how to keep your man happy!!!!” but this was actually a really inspiring read with great advice for marrieds of all ages.
My favorite:
All the crap you read in magazines about honesty, sense of humor, communication, sensitivity, date nights, couples weekends, blah blah blah can be trumped by one word: loyalty. You and your spouse are a team of two. It is you against the world. No one else is allowed on the team, and no one else will ever understand the team’s rules. This is okay. The team is not adversarial, the team does not tear its members down, the team does not sabotage the team’s success. Teammates work constantly to help and better their teammates. Loyalty means you put the other person in your marriage first all the time, and you let them put you first. Loyalty means subverting your whims or desires of the moment to better meet your spouse’s whims or desires, with the full understanding and expectation that they will be doing the same. This is the heart of everything, and it is a tricky balance. Sometimes it sways one way and sometimes the other. Sometimes he gets to be crazy, sometimes it’s your turn. Sometimes she’s in the spotlight, sometimes you. Ups and downs ultimately don’t matter, because the team endures.
(via almosthalfway)
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"Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, ‘Dear Jim: I loved your card.’ Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, ‘Jim loved your card so much he ate it.’ That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it."
Maurice Sendak (RIP 5.8.12)
