My hair has never been this long before... I think it deserves some recognition and laud.
I unpack my suitcase the second I walk in the door.
When I am checking out at the grocery store, I load my goods onto the belt a certain way. Cold things together. Canned goods together. Fresh produce together. You won't catch toothpaste floating around with the lettuce. That's just not right.
I sort the laundry before I fold it. J's t-shirts in a pile. My pajamas. Towels. Then I fold and it's already sorted and ready to put away. I save the socks for last. My favorite things to fold are Justin's scrubs.
I wash dishes as I cook.
I stress out over little things and want to take steps to not.
My days and nights are totally messed up... like a newborn babe. Only I am not newly born.
Chipped finger nail polish is enough to make me sweat (see stressing over little things).
Speaking of, I am a sweater. Thus, I adore cold weather. I feel like my best self then.
And lastly, I have been caught trying to make up the bed while Justin is still asleep in said bed. He says I was trying to make it up, I say I was just straightening. Either way, busted.
It's not always red lips and warby parkers and bright and shiny over here in blogland, guys.
We are real people and we are weird.
Or maybe just human.