Weekend Musings | May 24, 2025
In my heart and in my cart + other things
Last night, I crashed on the couch at about 7:30 and I mean fully crashed. My husband shook me awake when he was heading upstairs to bed and I followed him like a zombie, stumbling up the stairs still halfway asleep. I'm not here to complain, but frankly I'm exhausted because things have been....challenging...at work for for a while now. Just a difficult season that I know will pass, but I am feeling very ragged. I keep telling myself "after this week," but then it just keeps leaking into the next week, and the next and the next. Still, I am optimistic. I am taking a long weekend for the holiday, and then handling a decent hurdle at the end of next week, and hopefully, after next week, things will even out.
In lighter news, the couch I crashed on last night is a patio set that I built largely by myself two nights ago. My husband generously offered to help, but I was feeling like an Independent Woman so I declined. Cue Destiny's Child. Four hours later, it was more like I'm a Survivor (I'm not gon give up). But, I did. Feeling arthritis settling into my fingers, I immediately called mercy, handing the Allen wrench to my husband who brushed it off and showed back up with a drill (!!!). Meanwhile, my littlest boy quietly carried out handfuls of toys and snacks and moved into one of the empty boxes. He drew a doorbell on the outside and requested that I ring the bell first if I needed him.
Everything lately feels like it’s such a process, you know? Maybe it’s the season of my life, but also maybe it’s a little bit me. Rejecting help when my husband offers it. Stubbornly twisting a tiny Allen wrench, when all the while, my husband was ready to just zzzzzzip everything to gather quickly with a drill. I feel like something could be learned from this experience. Take the help! Listen for solutions you haven’t thought of! Just because it comes with a dinky little Allen wrench doesn’t mean you have to use an Allen wrench.
As I continue to brace myself for sustained weeks of difficulty at work, I'm trying to be mindful that this is part of a greater process indeed. I heard this on a podcast this week - these are challenging years - and I am 100% cosigned to this. These are the hardworking, life building, child rearing years of my life. I'm putting in the work now so that someday, things can be a little easier.
Just gotta get through this week. Ha!
In My Cart -
Oh everything. The entire GD internet is setting itself on fire - I mean sale - and there’s at least 10,000 promo emails in my inbox right now. Here’s the best of the bunch, imo.
+The Old Navy x Disney collaboration is charming and very Americana-coded, which feels on brand for both iconic institutions. I am particularly taken with the Mickey striped flip-flops .
+Don’t forget about Land’s End. My mom used to shop heavily for me as a kid here and I’ve only just recently come back around to it. Full of goodies! Like this American flag sweater that feels Ralph Lauren-ish. Or this tote - good God this tote! I like these striped pouches for tossing around too.
+I will not accept feedback on this stance: this is the best sparkling water flavor on the market and it just returned for the summer.
+Maybe it’s the millennial in me, coming of age during the checker slip-on van years, but I am truly loyal to the brand. Vans is running some very good MDW weekend sales.
+Haha. I love this hat for summer. Very Jennifer Coolidge in Legally Blonde.
+My favorite find during Old Navy’s huge sale this week.
+I got a mini of this mascara during the Sephora Sale (was that last month? Or the month before?!) and I’m really impressed. No chunking, clumping, or flaking, which are bare necessities for mascara and yet, so hard to acquire.
Other Things -
The drink of the summer? I’m into it.
Related: Have you ever tried a lemon espresso? On my weekend to-do list!
Beverage heavy reading this week I guess! Enter the history of Diet Coke.
Interesting for snoopy folks, such as myself! Inside the living rooms of notable New Yorkers.
You may have seen this floating around Substack this week and with good reason. I was hooked from the first to the last (and I don’t even have daughters!): “As a mother to teen daughters, I’m not that concerned about Sabrina Carpenter…”
