Camping this weekend with the friends and kids was glorious. The gentle pitter pat of rain on the tent Saturday night was absolutely perfect. However, breaking Camp Sunday morning in the rain was suck-tastic.
There's a spot on our morning walk that they removed a tree and replaced with grass. I'm convinced something nefarious is buried there, considering every dogs reaction to the spot.
My mom passed away on Sunday. We had a complicated relationship, I'd describe as distantly loving. She was a good mom, I appreciate the lessons she taught me. I'm grateful I was with her in the final days and to offer her comfort. She passed with dignity and peace.
Reading How to Keep House while Drowning by @KCDavisSays and it's spectacular. A MUST read for anyone who's trying to do everything all at once and just.... struggling. All the time. Most of us are, friends.
I need groceries. I have a meal plan. And yet I'm sitting here in the parking lot of the store, on this bird app, reallyREALLYreally not wanting to go in there.
I'm pretty sure that 3-4am got called the Witching Hour because that's when all the women of 45-55 lay endlessly awake cursing everything and everyone....
Also it sucks to have these conversations at 10pm on a Sunday, an hour after bedtime. Like... could we have the deep conversations at 2pm Sunday afternoon? When I have energy
I just explained to my 12yo that we don't have to be nice to people who are mean to us. I guess I forgot that chat. I thought it would naturally sink in. Maybe she just needs permission.
I give you all permission to not be nice to people who are mean to you, too. It's okay.
I give you permission to just not be nice to people who hurt you.
I'm all for compassion and empathy. But also... when people are mean and call you Names, it's absolutely acceptable to stop being nice to them. Period. They need to do the work. Not you.
I just watched Everything Everywhere All at Once and it was funny and ridiculous and bizarre and sort of horrible in the best way. I'm gutted, and I loved it.