Went to bed before 10 last night, woke up 6 this morning. I wish my body wouldn't take the phrase "early to bed early to rise" so literally. It's 7:15 and I've already been up for almost 2 hours. That's just silly.
This showed up in my Facebook "memories" this morning. This happened in 2012:
"A conversation with my mom this weekend: Mom: Are you coming with us to get pedicures and stone massages? Me: I don't think so. I really have no interest in that sort of thing. Mom: Just come with us. It'll be fun. Me: Mom, you realize that would be like me dragging you to a Phish show. Mom: Point made. We'll see you later."
Said goodbye to my teenager last night. She's spending spring break in Miami with her friend's family. I'm going to miss her, but his means I don't have to taxi this weekend wahooooo! I refuse to get in that damn car until I have to go to work on Monday. Viva la homebody!
Made lots of progress in my bedroom redo yesterday. Pretty stoked about how it's coming together. Still have one element to finish on the main wall and another big wall I have absolutely NO idea what I'm going to do with. You can't see it when you walk in the room, so I'm in no rush to finish painting it or figure out what I want to do with it yet. I really enjoy the process of figuring out a plan, putting all the work in, and then watching it come together HOPEFULLY like I imagined it in my head...or better than I imagined it is cool too