Birthday came and went. Just like that, I'm now 26.
Last night, my brother-in-law Scott stayed at our house. His car was in the shop so he couldn't go back home to Mankato. I was in bed before he arrived and left this morning before he woke up. I suppose that's the best kind of house guest--the one you never see.
I'm glad we're at a place in our life where we can house people who need a place to stay. We have an unused guest bedroom. We have blankets and pillows and towels to share. Of course, I hope he ignores the fact that our dining room table is covered in all kinds of mess. There are dishes in the sink and on the counter. There's a pile of shoes in the entry way. The bathroom could stand to be scrubbed. Hopefully he can overlook that we live like slobs and be grateful for the free room and board.
I've started eating better and working out twice a day: yoga in the morning and strength/cardio after work. It's helped me sleep better and my muscles are sore--in a good way. I'm still eating too much, and I can't wait to get outside and run but I'm feeling a little less SAD.
This weekend we're putting up our backsplash. I cannot wait to have this kitchen remodel DONE. We still have end panels, trim, and toe kick to purchase and install. We still need a new stove. We need to figure out what we're doing about the trim around the door and what we want for a window treatment. I'd still like to paint, we need to patch the floor tiles we broke, and secure the dishwasher to the countertop. But we're close. I'm thankful our kitchen is functional right now and that it looks a million times better than before.
My play is in the final round of edits. Yesterday I sent it to a second editor for comment. Brett and I spent my birthday working through it. He read it outloud to me, which was helpful--when he was being serious and not using accents. That was not helpful. It's getting close. I'm excited, nervous, anxious, and proud. I can't believe I wrote a full-length play.
Basketball is winding down--but at the same time it's just ramping up. Brett has a tournament two of the next three weekends, plus four more games. We have a team party tonight. I know it's bittersweet for him, since this is such a huge part of lives right now. While he enjoys it, we're both ready to have our weeknights back.
I'm sure there are other things, but this is what I'm thinking about. Our life is pretty boring--but what can you expect when you're 26?
