So I guess I’m blogging once a month now. Whatever, I’m going with it.
Last week was crazy. Like, almost insane. I came back from Ohio, and somehow ended up working 8 out of 9 days in a row. I kind of knew what I was doing when I scheduled myself for some extra days, but it didn’t exactly compute until I was in the middle of the situation. Whoa, buddy. I was exhausted at the end of the week! On Friday night, Corey asked me what an ideal day would be, and suggested that I stay in bed Sunday morning while he got up and made breakfast for us. I agreed immediately, because who in their right mind would turn down an offer like that?
Yesterday morning I had a meeting/training at church, so Sunday was our day! This is one of the many reasons I love Saturday night church. We get to take our time getting up Sunday morning and just get to relax with coffee before doing anything important. It really is so nice.
I woke up around 7:30 feeling pretty awake, and since I’m not actually a huge stay-in-bed kind of person, I got up and went downstairs. Corey followed and started our breakfast while I stretched out on the couch with a blanket and a book.
Cece went between the couch and the window while I read.
I’m reading this awesome book that has me all excited about cooking every week. It has been just the motivation I needed to fall in love with making meals again. While I was enjoying my book (and snuggles with the pup), Corey made omelets, cinnamon rolls, and coffee. We sat and ate together and drank coffee and talked. It was so nice.
After breakfast we just stayed on the couch and read and, of course, snuggled some more.
This dog. Clearly she is not loved at.all.
After doing some chores around the house, we watched the Cowboys pull off a nail biter. Good grief was I nervous! The life of a Cowboys fan.
Corey doing a good job of keeping his cool during the game ;).
After the game, we turned on our new favorite show, Fixer Upper and I had a chance to paint my nails. I’ve decided having painted nails makes me feel feminine and I’m going to try to do it more. Even if it only lasts for 4 or 5 days. And let’s be honest, that’s best-case scenario. Oh well, it’s fun and pretty while it lasts.
We took an afternoon walk with Cece and tonight we’re meeting up with some friends for dinner.
All in all, this day was just exactly what I needed. It wasn’t exciting, but that’s kind of the name of the game when I’m stressed and frazzled. Sometimes I feel like I have to try not to feel bad about just taking a day to do nothing. I definitely had some of that feeling today. We did get some stuff done that we needed to–laundry, ironing, cleaning the house, Corey and Jon fixed my car–but for some reason when I’m relaxing and doing things I enjoy I start to feel a little guilty. Why do I do that? Does anyone else do that to themselves? I do know that I feel ready to face this week after such a relaxing day, though :). And that feels nice.