I took this picture the other morning thinking I would instagram it with some pitiful caption like I'm too busy to be this sick but then I got too busy and forgot. Figures.
For the second night in a row, I'm in bed before 9PM. I'm not even sorry. I'm just completely wiped. The week has been a good one, but it would have been better if I didn't feel completely miserable. I told myself if I ended up with a fever I'd give myself a day in bed. No fever so the hustle continues. The good news is the week is nearly over.
I have a lot of exciting things coming up in the next few days (likely early next week) so be sure to keep an eye on this space!
It's been a tough year, friends. I haven't made that a secret at all. While the going ons might not have been disclosed, you've been fully aware of this rollercoaster we've been on since December.
This morning I'm sitting on my couch, an abundance of natural light seeping in through the many, many windows, sipping coffee from the club house because I ran out of creamer, and I can't help but have a full heart.
Today, we're off to SC to visit our "family." Most people get one good family in this life, maybe two if you married into an open hearted one, but not many get to experience the warmth of being absorbed into a family that was never meant to be your own.
Nearly ten years ago, I applied for a job that I was desperate for. Once again, I found myself in the throws of a mess when a bubbly, curly haired brunette, whom I'd only met once, fought for my chance at the position. It was a simple, meaningless encounter, really. I was just a girl with a resume. She was just an employee.
But we both knew in that moment that we were on the brink of something important. Something amazing. It wasn't just a job at a rug store. It was a defining moment in our lives. An introduction to the person who'd be on the other end of almost every break-down phone call. The receiving end of every excited tale. The person who becomes your person. An adoption into a family you otherwise would have never known.
I think back on the last near decade and can't believe there could have been a missed opportunity here. If things had turned out any differently with that job, my husband and I would be missing an entire extension of our family.
Family is important, everyone knows that. But there's something uniquely special about a family who chooses you. You aren't their's. You aren't their problem. You aren't their responsibility. And yet they claim you anyways, taking on the good, bad and ugly with you, standing in your corner when it would be easier to run.
There's no Hallmark holiday for people like this. So consider today the day. The Mother's Day to all the mothers who didn't have to be. A Father's Day to all the dads who adopted their daughter's best friends. The day to celebrate a brother getting the opportunity to bug another big sister. Is there a word for this kind of family? The ones who collect you along the way, claiming you? I'm not sure there is.
It's my last week of summer hours. I'm going to miss having the kids around all the time, but I am very eager to have my designated hours back. Because I don't normally go in until 11:30, my mornings are dedicated to blog and writing work. I've been attempting to get it all done throughout the days, but I've felt less than on top of things the last two months. So cheers to the return of normalcy and routines!
Tuesday was a crazy busy day. I'd just walked in the door from work at 7PM with groceries to make dinner when my neighbor texted asking to go for a run together. I have to admit, I was proud of myself for immediately saying yes. It wasn't part of my "schedule" for the evening. And I had a ton to get done (including scrubbing the shower--why is that even a thing?) but it was such a quick, lovely run. And I felt so much better after! Love that we live in the kind of place where friends can just meet up for a quick run together without it having to be a whole big thing!
With my hours going back to normal next week, I'm on the hunt for some good audiobooks. My first few hours of each day are kid-free work, so I'd like to start listening to books instead of music. Any suggestions? I prefer audiobooks in first person.
Since J and I went to the show on Saturday for our Anniversary, Wednesday just kind of snuck up on us. J had to be in to work at 4AM (I know, I know) so he darted off well before I was awake. Halfway through the day I texted him to see if he wanted to go on a quick dinner date. I love his response!
I'm ready for the weekend! J and I are traveling down to SC on Saturday and I can't wait to see my bestie and her family!
Happy Thursday, AKA my last day of summer hours, friends!!
As you all know, I've been struggling to get back into my reading game. I decided to dive back in a few weeks ago, but I made a mistake and started with a ridiculously long book. Nothing kills your groove more than picking a book that takes you a few weeks to read. Whoops.
Here's what GoodReads has to say:
Personal Rating & Review
The book was entertaining. It held my attention when I gave it my attention. After reading many Jodi Picoult books, I've come to expect a certain formula from her, which isn't always a bad thing. However, this go round it left me a little confused.
If you're familiar with her style, you know she often tells a story from multiple points of view. I usually love this, but this time I had a hard time keeping track of who belonged to whom, and who was even speaking. Unfortunately, one of the main characters' names was Gus. Being a woman with a man's name, you'd think I'd grasp the concept better--but I had the hardest time remembering that Gus was a woman.
I had some issues with the storyline in general. They didn't necessarily bother me as I was reading because I'll admit, I was sucked into the story. But this is the kind of book that sits with you for a few days after you've finished reading. And it was then that I started to pull apart some things.
Mainly, my biggest issue was the fact that these parents basically inherently trust their teenagers in this relationship mostly because they, themselves (the parents) wantthe relationship to exist. I don't think it takes a parenting genius to see the flaws in that plan. So while the story is absolutely devastating, I had a hard time grieving with the parents.
I was also a little startled and shocked by the way these supposed friends, who had raised their children together, reacted to the news. I felt detached from what was actually happening because I was distracted by the parents' drama.
Overall, the book was captivating but lacked some important plotting. I would recommend it if you're looking for something that will just suck you in.