It’s the end of another Monday and I am sitting at my desk. No, of course I’m not blogging on work time… I would never do that. But it’s Monday, and I am happy. Not exceptionally giddy or enthusiastically ecstatic.. just, you know, happy. In an everyday-happy kind of way. This is a pretty great feeling since I spent the past two Mondays feeling mournfully sad as a result of a too-happy weekend in Charlottesville and an exhausting-yet-fun weekend in Pittsburgh, respectively. Also, it rained the past two Mondays and was about 60 degrees. In May. I mean, come on weather!
But I digress.
So today I am happy. It’s for a variety of reasons… rather small reasons, actually. But I’m really enjoying how all of these everyday things have made me happy, and you know – I think it would be a disservice to everyone’s Monday if I didn’t share them and let you be happy, too.
On Friday, I got a massage with The Boyfriend.
(Unnecessary details: I haven’t gotten a massage since third year of college, and over the past 5 years (five?! How has it been that long??) I have experienced some of the happiest times of my life… accompanied by about twice as many of the most stressful times. Every day, every week, every month I make promises to abide by Aziz Ansari’s command to “treat yo’self!”… and then promptly get carried away by more stress. So Friday, I went for it. And somehow, getting myself TO the point of this treat was still stressful. I fussed about being late and planning, and argued with The Boyfriend the entire way to the spa. I was the most miserable person on the planet. And then, this magical man laid his hands on me. No, not The Boyfriend.)
…This was followed by a Shake Shack concrete with truffle cookie dough.
I spent Saturday babysitting my favorite almost-4-year-old twins – coloring, playing school, eating waffles, and learning new phrases like “choppy chicks” (chocolate chips, duh).
The afternoon passed while surfing my parents’ DVR with them and catching up on the few shows that I still watch.
Then I ate some fresh homemade cookies and re-found my ice cream maker, and discovered Game of Thrones (at Denise’s urging). My first thought was, “Wow, my hygiene standards wouldn’t allow me to exist in an epic fantasy realm.” And then, I was like MUST BINGE-WATCH THE OTHER 30 EPISODES IMMEDIATELY.
On Sunday, my family and I attended the senior-citizen service at Grammy’s church (oh hey, Ascension Sunday!) where the pastor incorporated the impending cicada infestation into the sermon.
We all went to Charlottesville for Mother’s Day Brunch with Grammy.
Gracie and I spent some time picking fresh strawberries and antiquing. Summer, you taste so good.
And I even got to continuing my current reading pick, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry.
Late Sunday afternoon was spent “shopping” in Grammy’s old jewelry.
And later that night, we introduced Grammy to Facetime… and of course Biko was involved.
I wrapped up the weekend with an excellent (easy!) new smoothie recipe: 1 frozen banana + 6 oz. unsweetened vanilla almond milk + 4 ice cubes + 1 tsp. cinnamon
Finally, this was the [slightly-overloaded-with-feelings] theme song of my weekend, as I reflected on my beautiful mom, Grammy, and family as a whole: