Allowing Myself

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The Ottoman Has Left The Building


We finally purchased new furniture. H managed to drag the chair and ottoman out to the curb, and I helped with the couch. 6 years of used furniture gone and to be replaced with a brand-spanking-new-we-paid-cash-we’re-adults-now set.

Carter seemed stressed out by all of the moving. And I think he’s pissed we got rid of his ottoman. Tough luck, kid. Mommy needed a new chair.

Happy weekend!

Sundays Are For (Week 25)




Today we were tired / hungover enough from our adventures yesterday at an all-you-can-drink mimosa brunch we were unsure what to do with our time. We thought movies, naps, straighten up… and then H suggested we try Ashley’s furniture just one more time to update the living room.

I’ve wanted to update the apartment for almost a year now. And after the pain in the ass searches of almost buying a house last month (so frustrating, I didn’t even write about it) now I’m even more driven to redecorate and clean up our apartment while we wait out the housing market bubble.

Getting H on board was hit and miss. But finally today, we pulled the trigger. We purchased the set in the second photo, to be delivered later this week. Then H spent a good chunk of the evening moving the TV / shelving / cables to another part of the room. It felt like a disaster for a moment with the carpet pad getting ripped and stuck, but H figured it out.

In between we went out for sushi and took a nap. All in all it was a productive Sunday. The new layout of the living room is a huge improvement even with our old furniture (which I’m hoping to dump this week!). And I plan on deep cleaning and repainting the space over the next two weeks.

Woo! How was your weekend? I’d love to hear about it in the comments ❤

Mission Accomplished

After 5 months and 3 weeks, days of sitting around, nights of the TV on, home-cooked meals, dinners out, dancing, karaoke, job interviews, one cross-country drive and apartment hunting – my sister is officially moved to LA.

Today she packed her stuff into our cars and we drove to her new apartment. We unloaded the random boxes and suitcases in 20min, since she really only has a car’s worth of stuff here right now. Then we headed off to a brewery with Carter in tow.

Not a bad way to spend a Saturday at all.

And with that all said, I want to say congrats to her for making it all happen. Thank you to H for allowing my sister to stay with us for such a long time. And yay for me for making it through.

Winning all around.

Sundays Are For (Week 10)



Being back home is wonderful, but it also brings back the sludge from 2 weeks ago. Traveling, running from work meeting to meeting, and seeing friends kept my mind engaged and my anxiety to a minimum. Friday I was too jet-lagged to comprehend emotional frustrations, but they came barreling back Saturday morning.

Yesterday I cleaned the bathroom in a rage, hair stuck out from steam,looking like a crazy lunatic. Our apartment feels more and more filthy, disorganized and overheated the longer we stay here. I desperately want new carpet and to repaint the living room just to freshen things up, but H never pulled the trigger on any of it in August when we had the time.

Writing morning pages is such a help. I tried to at least acknowledge these issues and then work through them. What matras do I need? What self-care am I aching for? What will truly make me feel better?

It’s a line of broken promises to myself again. I see that. So today I did yoga, restocked the fridge and finally put contact paper down in our kitchen cabinets. I know this seems like the silliest thing, but I’m the one in control of myself & these projects I think I want to do – so I’m the one who actually can do them.

I still have to clean the kitchen – maybe that won’t happen until tomorrow night, but each layer of contact paper that went down made me feel better and better. I’m still struggling with these moods and learning to let them pass through me as opposed to stooping and analyzing them for too long. Can’t say I’m looking forward to going back to work tomorrow (especially with a forecast of 102* at my office) but I feel I made a small bit of progress today. That’s all I can ask for, I guess.

What did your Sunday teach you…? xo