Isn't She Lucky?

Have you ever had one of those weeks when you look back and realize how lucky you are? 

After what seems like a few ordinary days, emotional roller coasters, crummy workdays, and/or overwhelming domestic duties you take a step back.... and in one stunning moment of clarity, it hits you?

I had one of those weeks. 

I just felt dumped on. Lots of little things piled on top of each other all week and this weekend I honestly kind of imploded. Thankfully I am a member of a twenty-four hour gym so I can blow off steam, I have a wonderful partner in life who sometimes gets me better than I do, and the weather was absolutely breathtaking, (a little sunshine always helps me smile).

I was trying to actually get out to the gym one night and it was already 8:30, but the laundry bin was starting to call out to me like it does halfway through the week, "Hey! Take care of me tonight or regret it this weekend when you have twice as much to do!!" And we had just eaten dinner so the kitchen was pulling me in another direction with its "Hello over there, you can tidy me back up now!" And of course the bathroom can always use cleaning, but I was trying to tune out its desperate attempts at sucking me in, too. Something can usually be done with the catboxes, rugs always need vacuuming, piles can always be sorted... etc. etc. etc. Normally I can balance the crazy and take care of like one or two things every day throughout the week but I had let it build up. 

And when it builds up is when everyone needs to take cover. 

It usually goes one of two ways: either I freak out and have a meltdown because it's too much for me to handle and I end up begging Andrew to help me through pathetically hysterical sobs, or I get distracted and ignore it.

This night, I chose the latter.

The cats were being oh-so-cute (like they always are when I need to do something), and I had half my workout clothes on, and Andrew was being funny... and I don't know what happened, but I ended doing the fat-Monica-from-Friends dance for like twenty minutes. You know the one where she just jerks around really awkwardly to no music? Well, my cats love when I dance or sing to them. I'm not quite sure why, maybe they just can't believe how stupid I look, but I love it. After a few minutes of entertaining us, and laughing at how crazy I looked, I asked my sweet husband to join in. 

And he did.

It wasn't for very long, and it obviously wasn't very good (I mean have you seen the dance?) but he included himself into my I'm-avoiding-the-mess-and-the-gym-at-the-same-time world and it was perfect.

I ended up making it to the gym for like a half-hour that night, but whatever. At least I got there!

And the next day I made it to work early, the sun was shining over the Palouse in that undeniably summer way it shines,  and after work I got my crap together and cleaned the apartment. 

I have so much to be thankful for, but right now I'm just thankful for my crazy life and my Andycat.

(Speaking of which, see the beautiful perfume tray he ordered for my anniversary gift?) I got him a canvas and made him a picture book instead of giving a card. 

And the babies, totes adorbs.

*Oh and other lucky news: Andrew made it into the trial and we are headed to Columbus next week!!

Oh yeah!