It’s friday!!!! 🎈🎈🎈
which, to a mom, is the equivalent of one million unicorn dollars – completely pointless!
friday means absolutely nothing! 😁
oh, but how old habits die hard, am i right?
pre-beastie, i used to look forward to the weekend because it meant dressing up and date nights and saturday mornings dreaming about all the gorgeous crafts i would never try and amazing meals i would never cook. pre-beastie mama was blissfully unaware. she just pinned to her little heart’s desire. putting those hair tutorials and kitchen renovations in her basket where she could gaze proudly at them, shiny and hopeful.
fast forward to present day. i have a cheerio stuck to my b****t and i’m preeeeetty sure my underwear are on inside out.
life is over. 😒 🔫
no . . . i tease. we still have date night. it just looks different. instead of trendy hipster boots, it looks like two parents in flannel, sprawled out on the couch, trying to keep their eyes open until 9:15 so they can feel modestly respectable about crawling into bed at 9:30.
but i still dress up for my person. i do. i always make sure to change out of the sweats with the giant rip in the crotch and put on the ones with only one little hole in the knee. and i take off the camisole-bra-thingy that gives me a uni-boob and put on a real bra, cause, you know, i’m sexy and kool and that’s how i do.
and i still look at pinterest.
for five minutes.
on my phone.
out of the corner of my eye.
just before i fall asleep while hazel naps.
it’s funny, though, because although my husband is about as awesomesauce as they come, the diffusion of responsibility settles in on the weekend. when hazel starts roaring, we both sort of look at the other, like, “umm. handle that, will ya.”
but i wouldn’t have it any other way.
i’d trade all the dope clothes and leisurely dinners and pinterest parties – all of it, inafreakingheartbeat.
i really would. hazel is constant chaos, and i literally count the minutes until naptime (currently 43 and counting), but i love this messy life.
it humbles me. it awes me. it exhausts and invigorates me. it’s madness, but it’s my madness.
happy friday, awesome ones.