Time, Well, Spent.

I don’t go shopping often because I’m lazy and I hate trying clothes on (lazy x2). On the weekend I took myself out for a treat and bought some of my favorite items of clothing to wear  – tunics, dresses, flowy sweaters, tights and leggings. Hello comfort, my old friend. I even stepped up my game and bought sparkly Bobby pins! *brushes shoulder off, not really understanding why*

Excited, I dumped the clothes onto the bed to have a look at what I bought. Where will I wear these pretty clothes?! Under my snowpants for the morning walk to school? Maybe around the house for my toddler to wipe his filthy hands on? So many options! 

Pondering my choices and mentally rearranging my closet led me to sitting down in bed, which led to laying down in bed ,which finally led to me pushing all of my new clothes onto the floor because Mama needed a nap. 

The floor is not my domain, I lost rights to that territory a long time ago.  If something is on the floor, the dog, cat, and kid battle it out for what’s rightfully theres. 

There can only be one winner. Since the cat can easily get onto the bed and we only let the toddler sleep on the floor on Thursdays (just kidding…relax), Cashy Washy won.

What I really went shopping for was a new dog bed.

Enjoy Cash, it’s all yours. If it doesn’t fit you have 14 days to exchange but the colors suit you just fine. 

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I’m not big on birthday celebrations and if I can, I like to receive my congratulations from afar.  Facebook wishes or text messages are perfect but don’t throw me a surprise party because my social anxiety will crack under the pressure.  Generally, I don’t have too much difficulty avoiding people or social engagements on this day since it falls so close to Christmas and New Year, most people are already tapped out emotionally and financially.  My friends, the stars were aligned on the day I was born.

I’m really starting to feel my age lately.  I think it’s accentuated a bit more because I don’t drink anymore and because I’m a parent.   I appreciate my sleep a whole lot more and I need it to happen during regular sleepy time hours or it legit doesn’t count.  When someone asks me to go out, I assume it’s a play date or doesn’t require me to be out of the house past 9pm.  If either of those isn’t the case then I assume you’ve asked the wrong person or you’re simply asking me to be polite (I LOVE polite invitations with no expectations). My muscles ache a lot more than they use to and, as far as I’m aware, my body make a lot more noises when moving from bending to standing.  I marvel at how quickly time passes to friends, acquaintances and strangers far more often than I’m proud of, and I legitimate enjoy discussing the weather outlook with family members.  Also, I have a lot of conversations “with” my dog (he responds with his eyes, the looks say it all) about his eating habits and how neither of us is to ever die.  Now that I think about it, that might be akin to something other than my age but let’s just keep moving.

Birthday’s tend to start off with reflection, on myself, who I was, who I’ve become and who I’d like to be.  Now, if you add in New Year resolutions and Christmas gratitude and you’ll see I’ve got hella thoughts happening right now.  So, this year I’m going to (trying to) keep it simple. Write every day. A specific medium is not required.  Whether it be writing here, on a scrap of paper, in my journal, or something thoughtful on Facebook, doesn’t matter.  As long as I write.   Writing generates thoughts I didn’t realize were in my head which in turn, forces reading, research and reflection.  Pretty decent cycle, covers a lot of bases and makes me sound smart. Check – check – check.

Now that I’ve admitted my “new year/birthday” goal, publicly documented it, and shown that I’ve committed to it (the proof is in the pudding baby!) I think i’m allowed to proceed with my old lady birthday enjoyment.  A massage, a nap and a movie are in my future.

I better get moving, it’s already almost 8:30am and I intend to be in bed 8pm.  Cause i’m gonna party like it’s my birthday.

 

Another One Bites the Dust

Another holiday season has come and gone.  I hope it was a lovely one for you and went the way you wanted, whether you hoped to be surrounded by family and friends or you just needed to get through it.

Christmas is such a big holiday for most people (at least it is here in Canada),  the pressure of the season is so overwhelming that it can take away from the true sentiment of it.  When I was in junior high, I remember feeling stressed and worried that what I received wouldn’t compare to friends and classmates.  My clothes wouldn’t be the right brands, I didn’t get the coolest toys and most of all, did it look like enough money was spent on me.  I always knew these things didn’t matter, Christmas is about the people you’re with, but the holiday message is most often overshadowed by the dolla dolla bills y’all.  So, I’m here to publicly admit that I’m not a big Christmas fan. Old news if you actually know me but this is my blog, so keep reading.

My favorite national holiday is Thanksgiving by a landslide.  The sole purpose is to have a day off of work, spend time with loved ones, and eat delicious food while reminding each other the many reasons that you’re grateful. You can’t go wrong with that.  The commercialization of Christmas and the pressure to spend-spend-spend is too much for my cynical and poor-at-heart self.  I generally keep that to myself (except to my Mom and my boyfriend, sorry guys) until the holidays are over because no one likes a spoil sport.  Plus, I have kids now so I have to pretend to like a whole slew of things.  It’s in the parental contract.

All that being said, my holiday was wonderful and my family felt immense love. I’m forever thankful, appreciative, lucky, and grateful – regardless of what the date on the calendar is.