Good evening beautiful people. Today was supposed to be a chill, slow kind of day at home. The kind where pajamas linger a little longer and nothing really asks much of you. Instead, it turned into one of those Saturdays that quietly fills itself up and leaves you tired in the best possible way.
We started the day by heading to the house. Our house. And somehow it is 99ish % done. Walking through it feels surreal every single time. The big things are finished and now it is all about the details. The plumber still needs to install the faucets and hook up the dishwasher and the yard needs landscaping and a good clean up. The not glamorous parts that still feel very grown up and very exciting.
I also finally met the contractor my husband has been telling me about. He walked us through everything with calm confidence and told us he hopes to have it ready in about two weeks, weather permitting. Two weeks. I keep repeating that number in my head like a secret I am not supposed to say out loud yet.
Of course no Saturday is complete without a Starbucks stop. It has become such a routine that it feels like punctuation to our weekends. A familiar drink, a few sips in the car and that quiet feeling of being exactly where you are supposed to be.
From there, we stopped by Marshalls just for fun. No real plan. No list. Those are always the most dangerous trips. I ended up finding a Friends blanket that I absolutely had to have. Something about it felt cozy and nostalgic and very me. I also wandered through the home section looking for little decor ideas for the new house, mentally placing things on shelves that do not exist yet.
We made a quick drop at Goodwill after that, which always feels like closing a small chapter. Letting things go to make room for what is next.
Hunger hit us shortly after and we decided to try somewhere new. Of course, it was closed. So we ended up at our usual sushi spot which honestly felt right. We always get the same server and she is the sweetest. She remembers us, chats with us and somehow makes the whole meal feel warmer. I love her. There is something comforting about being known in small ways.
Our last stop was Walmart for a few essentials and naturally, a few things for my fur babies. It was officially bath time day. I picked up their shampoo knowing exactly what kind of chaos I was signing up for.
Bath time takes forever. Both dogs, one after the other, treats constantly being handed out just to keep them sitting still. The bathroom ends up soaked, my clothes are somehow wet and they act like it is both the worst and best experience of their lives. They are silly and dramatic and impossible not to laugh at. Then comes cleaning the bathroom after, which always becomes a workout all on its own.
I was originally supposed to bathe them tomorrow but I already know I want tomorrow to be calm. I want to chill. I want to move slowly. I want peace.
There are also only two more weeks left at my job. I can hardly wait. I need the mental break. I need my peace back. I need mornings that do not feel rushed and evenings that feel like mine again.
I have been thinking about making a homemade sweets gift box this year. Maybe not twelve different cookies because that feels like a lot. Major respect to the girlies who do that. I will probably choose a few favorites and call it perfect. I will share the recipes I decide on along with instructions, because that feels like part of the joy too.
So here we are:
One Saturday that refused to stay slow.
One house that is almost ready to hold our life.
Two freshly bathed fur babies.
Two weeks left until rest finds me again.
And me, somewhere in the middle of it all, grateful, tired and quietly excited for what comes next.
