Once upon a time a day off equaled a day off. Remember in elementary school when we'd have a day off it meant we were going to play all day? I sure do. Then growing up happened. Growing up brought many wonderful things like being able to drive, working and having money, doing what you want to do {
most of the time}, dating cute boys, getting engaged and marring the most wonderful man, buying a house and living happily ever after. Sounds perfect right. Even when I was a child I would play pretend that I was all grown up, playing college and sometimes house. Little did I realize the amount of responsibility that came with growing up. Here I am living the 'grown up' dream :) married to my fabulous hubby, working a job I love {
most days} and having our own home.
Yesterday was my day off. It was filled with lots of catch up items. Folding and putting away all the clean laundry, putting dinner in the crock pot, dishes, loving on the boys, mowing the jungle of a front lawn we had, planting bulbs and pansies, sweeping the walk, running errands. Sometimes I spend a day off playing hooky with all my adult responsibilities, yesterday was not one of them. I love the feeling of a clean home, fresh laundry in the closet, a fresh mowed yard.... The joys of being all grown up I suppose. Good news is I wouldn't have it any other way :)
3 comments:
Your blog is always so positive! & seriously, sometimes being a grown up isn't so much fun! Love reading!
that makes me really sad to hear about all of your cold sores! They are the WORST thing ever. I've always gotten them since I was little. The dang mrsa I have infected one of mine before and the swelling basically went from the corner of my mouth all the way up to my eye and I could barely open my mouth. Beautiful image right? It was cute.
I hope yours go away soon. hate them!
Yes, I also often reminisce about how "good" we had it as kids. And I thought I had worries then! Ha! I love life now but sometimes it's still weird to me to be the one pushing the shopping cart at Costco.
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