We had three extra children in our house this morning and Trevor got up before the sun to go to an early yoga class, so I obviously hid in bed, catching up on messages and videos on Instagram. I did finally brave the kitchen—they were all awake and wanting to make their own “waffle shop”, so I steeped some coffee and then bowed out for the small price of knowing I’d have to do some extra cleaning later.

The mornings now are almost too cool to open up the house, and we accidentally left a window open in the sunroom, so I had to do my reading under a blanket. I didn’t mind. Trevor got home and we finished coffee on the deck, going over weekend plans.

Our Fridays are a perfect transition into the weekend. There’s no school, but it’s still a work day, and rather than fight it, i just let my attention be divided. Household items and remaining work hold equal weight, and I’ve learned to use the day wrapping up the week so that, come Saturday, I’m really ready to rest.

The sun warmed us up quickly, but I spent the later part of the morning distressing my Fleetwood Mac t-shirt with sandpaper, then I set it to soak in the bathroom sink, filled with saltwater. The Internet is divided on whether or not this will work. I did my nails while listening to the new Olivia Rodrigo and turned in some copy to a client. I made pizza dough and worked on a short story. See? Balance.

Trevor and the girls went to the creek while I hung out with Leezl at Nellybelle. We had a little Friday happy hour and worked on my terrarium. Now I have to figure out where I can put it because it’s designated spot in the sunroom is only seasonally appropriate, and with nights dropping into the 40s, these pretty plants I picked won’t last.

It was family pizza night and we watched Remember the Titans.