Whoa, what a weekend! Remember a couple of weeks ago when I talked about having a night to myself, and packing it full of activities? Well, this weekend was the same way. Packed from beginning to end...but it was amazing!
On Friday afternoon, Charley and I went shopping with two of my girlfriends. We grabbed dinner, and shopped around the mall a little bit. Charley needed an outfit for my mom's upcoming retirement party, so we looked for that, and I did a little bit of window shopping for myself. Now that I know the space I'll be moving to, I've been keeping my eye out for FURNITURE, as opposed to things for myself. Anyway, we got home late (well, late for Charley), and she went to bed right away. I was hoping she'd be so tired she would be inspired to sleep in on Saturday morning. No such luck. She was up bright and early, at 6:00, and ready to start the day. I'm generally a morning person, but 6 a.m. on a Saturday should be too early for anyone, right? We had kind of a lazy morning, and didn't even make it in to gymnastics. It was one of those days where you know you have lots of time before something starts, and so you move slowly...and then you realize that your leisurely morning lead you to suddenly be running behind! So, we skipped the gym, and I took Charley to my mom's house, where she would be spending the day and night. I went immediately to Ikea, where I met up with a friend of mine to browse, and get some ideas for my new place. She's moving soon, too, but to a very different style of apartment, so we were definitely searching for different things. I got some ideas, particularly for toy storage. I don't know about anybody else, but I swear, Charley's toys have completely taken over my current place! It's out of control. So, I picked up some storage bins, and found myself genuinely excited to bring them home, and start sorting through her things!
I didn't go straight home, after Ikea, though. As I mentioned in my last post, I had booked a massage for Saturday. When I went to check in, and said I'd never had a massage before, I got looks of downright pity from the receptionists. "Oh, you HAVE to get massages," they said, "Make it your me time." Well, I figured I would have the massage and go from there. I was early for my appointment, so I went into the Tranquility Room (basically a replica of the waiting room, but with soft music and hot tea), and waited to be called back. As I sat there, 6 other people came through the door, waiting for their appointments. As the massage therapists started coming out to get their 2:00 appointments, I was certain I'd be the first one called....or the second...or MAYBE the third. Nope! Sure enough, I was the last one called back, because my therapist was running a few minutes late. I kept telling myself, "This is your relaxing time. Don't get irritated by something little." So, when I finally got called back, I was more than little bit excited. I got to the room, got under the blanket, and explained that I wasn't really experiencing any pain, but I just wanted a relaxation massage, with medium pressure. Well, if I received medium pressure, I have NO idea what deep pressure could feel like. 90% of the experience was incredible. I was relaxed, and felt great. The masseuse kept concentrating on a couple of ridiculous knots in my back, and while she was working on my left shoulder, she kept asking me if a certain area was painful. "Not on a daily basis," I replied, "But I can definitely feel it right now!" She kept working on it, and said, "Hmmm....I think you should get that checked out. It feels like you have a tendon...but there's not supposed to be a tendon there. In my 15 years doing this, I've never felt anything like it!" Ha! Typical. One of those things that could only happen to me...Or my friend Kellie.... Anyway, the massage was great, I left feeling relaxed, and I'm ridiculously sore today, so I guess it was probably effective.
After the massage, I finally made it home to start sorting through Charley's toys. I am pretty sure my dog was silently cursing me, as I dumped toys all over the floor, and started sorting them into the appropriate bins. He was not amused. But I got started sorting, both in Charley's room and the living room (which was probably the least efficient organization method ever), and at some point, I ended up cleaning under the bathroom sink. I'm still not quite sure how that transition took place, but nonetheless, it did! Once I started in the bathroom, I ended up cleaning it from top to bottom, throwing out old makeup and lotions, sorting all of my things into appropriate categories (hey, I was on a roll, I figured I'd go with it), and scrubbing the tub and the sink. Meanwhile, I still had toys and bins out all over the floor in both the living room and Charley's room. I made a conscious decision to clean Charley's room first, and move into the living room later. Then, I realized I hadn't checked my phone in awhile. I'd missed 5 text messages, and realized that I was supposed to be across town for dinner with a girlfriend in 45 minutes. So, I gave up on the task at hand (realizing I'd be up until 1 a.m. finishing my various projects), threw on some clothes, glanced in the mirror and accepted that I looked like a mess, and raced out the door.
Dinner was awesome. I met up with my friend Lindsay, and we chatted for hours with a glass of wine by the fire at Tavern on France. Lindsay is one of my oldest friends, and she's one of those women that I can go weeks if not months without talking to, and when we finally DO catch up, our friendship is still exactly the same. We both have a lot going on right now, so it's been hard to get together. It seems like whenever I'm available, she's working, or busy, and vice versa. But I'm so glad we made it work last night. She asked me about my life, my upcoming move, and of course, Charley. She's the child of a single mother (who's totally amazing, by the way), and she said some really nice things to me, mostly about me making time for myself. Looking back, this was one of my New Year's resolutions, and I haven't done it very well. It's just that, with Charley in school all day, I feel guilty sometimes, asking for people to babysit on the weekend. And at the same time, I don't want to put anybody out. "You HAVE to do it, Linds," she said, "You have to take care of YOU, and make time for yourself sometimes. And Ryan and I will babysit." Ha! It was a generous offer, and I know I'll take her up on it. She made it very clear that I wouldn't be putting them out at all, and I know she's right. She's not the only one of my high school girlfriends who has made that offer, and I really need to start taking advantage of that every once in awhile.
Anyway, Lindsay is recently engaged, so I was asking all kinds of questions about the wedding. It was really nice to hear her plans, and get an idea of her vision for the wedding. She and her fiancee are so well-suited for each other, and I honestly enjoy watching them interact. He met us out last night, and he just blends so smoothly into the conversation. He's a genuinely nice person, and watching the two of them together...how well they complement each other...it's inspiring. They make each other happy. Really happy. Each one of them seems to put the others' needs in front of their own, and it works. THEY work. And I'm so happy for them!
Alright, that was a LOT of rambling for the night. I'm exhausted. I hope everybody had a great weekend!
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