This weekend was very busy. Busy in a good way. We're getting some projects around the house finished. I ran a bunch of errands that I've been trying to get to for a couple weeks. It was just a really good 'get stuff done' weekend. We were exhausted by Sunday evening, but had material accomplishments to go with it.
There were several times this weekend where I had to stop and accept that there are things that I get excited about now that would not have the same thrill for me prior to becoming a wife and mother.
This trash can is a good example:
Item two that I had to be excited about was this laundry hamper.
Item three, I've actually had for a little while, a year or so I guess, but has jumped into a new roll. I have been carrying my 'mom' bag for around 18 months. I love it. It's huge. It holds everything. I love it. But...with this new pregnancy my back doesn't love it. It is, in truth, a very, very heavy bag. Even without all the junk in it, it's just heavy. I had to give it up, plus the straps are kind of falling off. But when I tried using my 'Pre Mom' purses, they just don't cut it. I can't fit everything in there and there are no pockets. I like my pockets.
So, I've been mildly obsessed with Thirty-One bags and have collected quite a few. They're mostly for traveling, but I have re-purposed this one:
And the last, and most exciting thing for the weekend, Baby A's birthday invitations.
I have to say, I'm so proud of these. I bought all the materials, printed the text and the butterfly and they cut them to the right size and put them together this weekend. I think they're adorable and am so happy I was able to do this for this year's party. Last year I really avoided the idea that she was turning 1 and so by the time I had to send out invitations, I didn't really have a chance to actually make them. I love doing this kind of thing.
All of these things that I got so excited about this weekend I would have laughed about ten years ago. I don't think I could have imagined being excited about a hamper for my husbands gross clothes. Or a trash basket that holds the bag in place. Really?? Yeah, I'm just that old apparently.