I came home on Friday afternoon with the sole purpose of getting all of my laundry washed, folded, ironed and put away.
I ended up with a drop-dead-clean kitchen with reorganized cabinets and refrigerator. A win’s a win. But I’ll still have to iron this morning.
That’s about it for the weekend. Except that I almost lost my marbles yesterday in Wegman’s, when the mix of blooms in the floral department reminded me of Disney’s Polynesian. We spent many lovely days there. But I stopped it. It was like my soul said, “No. Not this time.” And I pulled it all back together before it fell apart.
And that, to me, is cooler than a neatly-folded pile of laundry any day.
Next heartwrencher? We’re putting the house up for sale. Stay tuned!