I’m coming to accept that no matter what you feel is okay. While I’m currently working on minimizing the tangible parts of my life this month, I’m also challenging myself to stop minimizing my feelings. Grief is fluid. It’s not that you ever stop hurting or missing the ones you lose, but you learn how to live with it.
Just last week, I was putting my laundry away and seriously considered putting half of it into a donation bag. I will say that I was truly compelled to donate some of my clothing, but in reality, a majority of the reason behind my desire to purge is because I’m inherently lazy, and it was the first time I was actually hanging my clothes up in over a month. I have no issues washing and drying my clothes, but the second the clothing is dry, I would be completely content living out of the dryer. Give it a quick fluff when necessary. There are things that I hate doing, like cleaning the tub, and even that takes precedence over hanging shit.
My first child was unplanned. The irony in that is that she herself had unplanned babies 2 months into bringing her home. For those of you who don’t know me personally, I didn’t have a human baby that had 2 more human babies at 2 months of age. I’m clearly talking about my poodle, and yes, of course I consider her my child. Those of you who say dog moms need to stop, well so do you!
#9. I’m midwestern AF. I grew up in St. Louis, went to highschool and college in Minnesota and moved to Chicago 4 years ago. My favorite pastime is eating. Ranch dressing is my ketchup. I apologize for everything. I wait in line just like I’m supposed to and am polite to strangers. I have a real weakness for cookies and bars, hotdish, and pretty much anything on a stick, but even so, don’t have the capacity to commit the midwestern cardinal sin - I will never take the last serving.
This year, Todd and I have acquired quite the collection of wedding invitations. I am not saying this to brag about how cool and popular we are because that's a given, I'm merely making an observation. One that confirms that getting older requires a lot more responsibility and holy shit, weddings are expensive.