Good morning, lovely people — I hope everyone had an awesome weekend! Mine was fantastic, although now I’m desperate for more caffeine after a night of supremely weird dreams. (Seriously, brain, WTF? Dreams about my teeth falling out? Gross!)
Weird dreams aside, though, our weekend was awesome: we spent time with some good friends and their adorable daughter, caught up on some of the DVR backlog that accumulated while we were on our Breaking Bad marathon, I made another trip to Target (!!!!), and I gave the apartment a thorough cleaning in anticipation for a special visitor arriving tomorrow…but before I go into the details, I owe a big thank you to Katie from Healthy Diva Eats for hosting Marvelous In My Monday. Muchas gracias, mamacita!
While at Target on Sunday, I got sidetracked by approximately eleventy bajillion displays. (This is par for the course for me, since being in Target means that I have the attention span of a fruit fly.) The most notable among them were cute pajama pants, scented candles, and coffee mugs…but really, it’s Target, so the list goes on (and on and on and on).
I remarked to my friend Christie — who had the courage to brave the masses at Target with me — that I clearly have a problem, because I’m powerless when presented with cute PJ pants, scented candles, or anything of that ilk.
Her response? “You don’t have a problem. You just place a premium on comfort.”
YES. THIS IS WHY WE’RE FRIENDS, Y’ALL.
I picked up some adorbz and insanely comfortable pajama pantalones as well as a scented candle (because, y’know, comfort) — but in an act of tremendous self-control, I resisted the urge for another coffee mug. To quote the DirecTV commercial that I love, I am epic win.
After loading up on my creature comforts, I dove into a deep clean of the apartment (I still have a few things to do tonight, but it’s mostly done). I love it when my home is clean and organized — I vividly recall waking up one morning when I was 8 years old, looking around my generally messy room, and thinking “My life would be a lot easier if I was clean and organized. I’m going to do that from now on.”
And, wouldn’t ya know, that’s exactly what I did. Since that fateful day in 1989, I’ve made my bed every day (and, in fact, am driven mildly insane by an unmade bed) and have been all about keeping my shiz in order. Mildly OCD? Maybe. But, as Gretchen Rubin so accurately noted in The Happiness Project, outer order leads to inner calm. Amen, sister soultrain. Amen.
This deep clean was particularly special, though, in light of a certain guest who will arrive tomorrow evening: my mom! (*Insert happy dance here*)
One of the biggest difficulties in living out East is being far away from my parents. Plane tickets between Colorado and DC aren’t cheap, which means we only get to see each other a couple of times a year — so needless to say, I’m incredibly excited to see my mama.
One other glorious note to the weekend: the weather is finally warm enough — and, God willing, it’ll continue to stay that way — to warrant the bi-annual great clothing swap-out: the epic process in which I bring my summer clothes out of storage and find a hiding place for my winter clothes for the next 6 months or so. It’s a heck of a process, but I’m proud to say that I made it work. It took some Tetris-like rearranging in our rather miniscule closet, but I emerged victorious in the end. 🙂
I hope everyone has an awesome Monday! So, tell me:
Have you ever had weird dreams about your teeth? Do unmade beds bother you, or are you chill about it? What’s your biggest Target weakness?