Quiet Weekends

I am working a lot this month. It's hard, but I like my job and I appreciate the paycheck.

I just had a really restful weekend, and I love that. My boyfriend and I went out to eat on Friday night. We went out for lunch and then watched an old movie at home on Saturday night. 

I've been decluttering my fabric stash, which is fun and satisfying lol. I already organized my scraps and remnants. This weekend I went through my 1 - 3 yard cuts of fabric. I've reached my shelf capacity, so I pulled things to donate to make room for what's most important to me. I like having it all visible so I can see and remember what I have. I mean, the overall point is to use it. 

Today I did laundry and ran the dishwasher like I usually do on Sundays. I like having routines.

The point of all this?

My job is demanding. My weekend was quiet. I'll return tomorrow feeling restored.

I wouldn't be doing this work if I was raising children.
But that doesn't matter.
Because I'm not raising children. 

I'm living THIS life, the life that I have: a demanding job that I'm passionate about, quiet weekends, hobbies, and all.

Another important part of my life? My new kitten. A neighbor found him, there wasn't an owner, and so we took him in. He's been here almost two months and he's doubled in size. He's hilarious. He snuggles. He loves to play. He's my new entertainment. It's been 7.5 years since my dog died, and I got her before I started trying to get pregnant. This little guy is my first pet since knowing I won't have kids. I hope to spoil him for a very long time. 

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