I had the house to myself this weekend—well, the dogs and I had the house to ourselves—and I used the opportunity to do some serious spring cleaning. You know how when life gets really busy, and the crap just starts piling up? Instead of getting folded and put away, clean laundry languishes in a crumply mess in the basket. Stacks of mail start cascading and sliding into one another. And the dishes.
Oh, the dishes.
I cranked up the country music and got to work organizing my closet, recycling all that junk mail, and getting down and dirty with that stack of dishes.
Jamie and I are headed to Charlotte this week for some happy hours, bootcamps, and yoga classes, so I spent some time wrapping up shoelaces to take with us. We’re going to turn North Carolina pink!
And, of course, I spent some quality time with the pups.
Among all the other wonderful things they bring to my life (hello, unconditional love and undying cuteness), I especially appreciate how safe I feel being home alone. Back in my pre-dog days, staying home alone freaked me out. Every little creak or rustle would send my heart racing. I’d have to drug myself with either Benadryl or Barbera if I wanted to get any sleep at all.
Thanks to them, though, I sleep like a baby. The least I can do in return for my peaceful shuteye is take Tigger for a swim on a sunny weekend.
My very tame weekend has me feeling fresh and ready to run with this busy week ahead. Between planning for and traveling to North Carolina (and then Jamie continues on to Denver), and a wedding in Tahoe this weekend, it’s going to be a wild ride. I’m so grateful—and feel so old for feeling grateful for—this relaxed, get ‘er done kind of weekend. I have to say, there’s no better way to go into a crazy week than well-stocked with piles of freshly folded laundry and overflowing boxes of pink shoelaces.