It’s Been Fun

A little role reversal occurs as they get older. My daughter said, “I want you to eat this weekend and that doesn’t mean only coffee.” 🙂

This morning, my daughter and I were laughing at some of our moments over the past six years. She has quotes from me stored in her phone. What’s even worse is she also has videos. Both are hilarious, but that’s been our life. 

We laugh so hard we cry!

Today, I was looking at my memories on Facebook. The pictures from 2013-2015 were so blurry. It was the beginning of our life alone together and I didn’t know then what I know now. Life was blurry and so were my pictures.

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It’s crazy what we went through while living in that house, but that’s what we were laughing about this morning. We’ve learned and don’t want to go through any of that again.

A life with no regrets can look and sound rather crazy, but it’s been worth it.

When we stopped laughing, I asked her, “Are you going to be able to use any of this?” She was happy we were referring to the past and said, “Nope, but it’s been fun.”

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No regrets.

Weekends Are Sacred

My weekend begins at 5:01 on Friday’s. That is when my phone shuts down until Monday.

I have two jobs as a Virtual Assistant and one is on the weekends, but I’ve had that job for 7 years. It began as my way of staying home with my daughter and making a living after leaving my marriage. It’s been reliable in that sense, but I had to set boundaries.

My first thought this morning was, “Life is not hard. Life is what we make it.” I woke up tired. It’s been a busy few weeks. It was ever so pleasing to know it’s Friday.

My daughter walks by my room and tells me, “I love your bedroom.”

I catch her standing in the doorway staring at it. Since the redo beginning with Under the Bed, it has the feeling of a retreat. When you work from home, you need a room like that. When I walk into my room, I leave work behind.

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I’m sitting in the middle of my bed and here’s what my bedside table reveals.

Two out of three Hydrangea blooms that have been with me all week. A small Voluspa candle, because I couldn’t decide what scent I liked best to buy a big one. A large Voluspa candle is a commitment. My favorite ink pen and a water bottle for the weekend.

Someone asked me what I was doing this weekend and I said, “As little as possible.”

My weekends are sacred.

Pretty is Important

It was time to order coffee. I love Bluebottle coffee and their Hario Cold Brew Bottle.

I asked my daughter to choose what kind. She sat down in front of the computer and looked at the website. Walking into the kitchen I said, “Pick one out and put it in the cart. I’ll handle the rest.” Then she snagged me with…

“I wish everything in life was that easy.”

She’s had a rough couple of weeks.

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This weekend, I spent some time being mindful of what might make her life a little bit better. Earlier this week, we had started a puzzle on the coffee table thinking it would help, but it was really challenging. Puzzle is gone.

She loves my bedroom makeover I wrote about in Under the Bed. Especially the faux fur body pillow case I bought at Target. There was a white faux fur one I thought she’d like, but didn’t get.

I must really love that girl go to Target on a Saturday afternoon for a pillow case.

A couple of weeks have passed since purchasing mine and they had added more choices. Having so many choices makes deciding difficult, but follow your heart darling! I didn’t choose the white one. A pale pink, faux fur one spoke to me today.

While at Target I looked for something to put our cotton balls in. We have this ginormous bag of cotton balls and it’s a wrestling match with the bag to get one little ball out. This looks like something that can hold a lot of balls!

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A woman was walking in Target as I was walking out. Her t-shirt said, “Tough as a Mother.” I smiled and thought, “Truth.”

My daughter loves that I cross stitch.

She saw a pattern on Etsy that made her smile, so I downloaded it. She knew I needed light avocado green thread to get the cross stitch started, but didn’t know the rest of the colors. While out running errands, she stopped at the craft store and came home with that one color.

After the week she had, I know what it took for her to walk in and find that one. I went this morning and bought the rest of the thread.

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But my most favorite find was this. I’ve never really thought about my toilet brush, or the holder. I’m sure the one we have now is a cheap plastic one we’ve probably had for years. That’s disgusting now that I think of it.

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It’s a Unicorn! I sent her this picture with the message, “They may not lick our windows, but they will clean our toilet!” She said, “Bahaha….Is that a toilet cleaner brush???” I’m happy at 20 years young, she knows what one is!

I’m grateful that our life is pretty all the way down to the toilet bowl brush. We live simply, but every little thing we have is pretty. Especially our hearts for one another. Pretty is important.

Embrace Some Change

My favorite part of my daughter being away on weekends is taking up the entire driveway. I park smack in the middle. I sleep similarly, by spreading out and taking up the entire bed.

I’m not afraid to be alone. I quite enjoy it.

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From my daughter. Shake it. It’s full of glitter.

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I spent the weekend decluttering our home.

As we grow and change from within, it’s natural for our surroundings to change. I packed up items we weren’t using, but wished to keep. Moved pictures and small items to new locations. The biggest change was the coffee bar.

I moved it to another part of the house.

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Sign under mirror says, “You are gold baby. Solid Gold.”

Our coffee bar is mainly tea and what was once the coffee bar is now wide open space.

Don’t panic. The Chemex is in the kitchen. 🙂

When my daughter returns home she knows she will see changes made. She almost expects it.

They may be obvious, or it might be in the tiniest of details. Now, she looks around eagerly for the changes. She moved her room around last week.

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To raise our children to be self sufficient adults. That’s the goal. Be the change. Move stuff around in your environment and soul.

She knows I love her, but she also sees me enjoying being alone. Embrace the change.

All the Magnificence

My daughter has left for the weekend.

We have this word we’ve been using.

Magnificent.

Let the weekend begin.

I hugged her before she left and she said, “You smell good.” I was wearing my shimmer mist, so maybe she will see some glitter from that hug later on.

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She texted me once she arrived at her destination and said, “Have a magnificent weekend!” My response was, “I wish you all the magnificence”.

I wish the same for you my darlings.

The Rainbow Kitchen

My daughter and I cook and eat together.

Sometimes it’s one of us or the other depending on our week, but we enjoy doing both.

I bought this prism and hung it in one of the kitchen windows. The sun hits it just right around the time we cook dinner. Now we know when it’s time to meet in the kitchen. When it’s full of rainbows.

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When she’s not here I cook for myself.

I’m really into ‘bowls’ right now, so here are two recipes that are simply delicious.

Roasted Sweet Potato Black Bean Salad.

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Photo cred: Jar of Lemons.

I cut every ingredient in half to make it for just me. If you don’t have any black beans, no worries. You won’t miss them, or substitute another bean.

If you want something a little more labor intense, but well worth the effort, try The Budda Bowl.

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Photo cred: Modern Honey

Everything cuts in half nicely for one. The Pistachio Pesto in this recipe is my most recent fave.

My daughter has tagged our kitchen, ‘The Rainbow Kitchen.’ Patiently waiting for the Unicorn. 🙂

Cookies and Chemex

I’m getting the hang of this emptying nest.

My daughter has not been home this week. She has a friend visiting and they’re spending time together.

She texted me yesterday before they came by for a visit. It was nice to see them and be included in her life, but it wasn’t sad to see them leave. We do life together, but we have also acquired our own lives.

Today was yet another milestone.

My daughter and I love these little seasonal cookies made by Pillsbury. Yes, they are pure sugar and yes, they are made by a machine, but we cook and eat real food, so this is our splurge.

As I was pondering my choices for breakfast, I remembered the Easter cookies unopened in the fridge. I took one look at the doggos and said, “We’re having cookies and Chemex.”

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I know they’re gross, but we love them.

This was a fine way to begin the day of this emptying nest. Cookies and Chemex.