Friday night, when I got home from the grocery store, I was standing in front of my pantry surrounded by all of my groceries. I was looking into the three separate cabinets, which were completely unorganized, trying to decide where in the sam hell I was about to put all of my food.
Then something happened.
My pantry looked at me and decided she liked me.
I don't know what it was... maybe she liked my hair in pigtails or she had overheard me say something nice to one of the girls... maybe she really liked the previous owner and was just having a hard time accepting "the new people" or maybe she just felt sorry for me because I have stood there every time I put groceries away and had no idea where anything went.
So she let me in.
Suddenly, I just knew where everything went.
And it was so exciting that I just couldn't even move boxes and cans fast enough to where I now knew they belonged.
I was so excited that my pantry liked me.
So I got up Saturday morning feeling good, feeling more welcomed by my house. And that feeling just lasted all weekend. While I slept, the pantry spoke to the cabinets who spoke to the dishwasher and word spread from the kitchen to the bathrooms and the living rooms and the next morning I had all of this.. clarity.
I suddenly knew where so much stuff went! It was so awesome.
And by the end of the weekend, my kitchen was completed.
It's so awesome.

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On Friday Noah called me from work and said that he had just found a half a pallet of area rugs in the warehouse at the company where he works. He had me pull them up online and look at them and then asked me if I would be interested in buying them. I pulled them up but they sold online for like $650 a pop! I told Noah I didn't think we could afford them but he said he was just going to see if his boss wanted to unload them since they don't sell them anymore.
So he offered him $300 for five.
And the boss said sure.
So we have five brand new five by seven and six by eight rugs.
Which I love.

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Saturday evening I mentioned to Noah that I needed to go and get new shoes (per my podiatrist) and that I was thinking about running into San Antonio and taking Amanda with me. Mostly because I needed new shoes but also because I wanted to have Part One of The Talk with Amanda.
Amanda is eleven.
And Amanda has been wearing a bra now for almost two years.
Because she is getting boobs.
Boobs people.
With that in mind, I thought it might be a good time to have The Period Talk.
So as Amanda and I were driving into San Antonio, I sat nervously in the driver's seat making idle chit chat with my kid trying to think of a cool way to work in "Hey Amanda, what do you know about periods??"
And it isn't that I am afraid to talk to her about this stuff, it's that I am afraid she won't want to talk to me about it. I want so very badly to manage to have a relationship with all three of my daughters where we are comfortable talking to each other about everything. And I know I am stretching because there are three of them and we are all very different. But Amanda was so cool. We just talked about it like we talk about everything else. And she was telling me all the scientific stuff she knew.
And people?
She actually said "uterus".
And I didn't wreck the car.
She is very well informed (based mostly I think on the fact that she took a class in school last year which covered the scientific parts of The Talk: Part One). Our talk went very well and we had a great "date night" out together.