Whew.

It’s my Friday today, well at least from the desk. I still have hair clients lined up for the next few days, but mentally, I’ve clocked out of the 9-5 and into a space that feels a little more like me. My energy just hit that little end of week sigh, and I’m letting it wash over me like a warm shower. Yesterday, I wished I could phone a friend to just sit in my Livingroom with Dru while I napped for an hour minimum. There aren’t enough free hours in my days.

Today, just as I was about to dive into my thoughts and write this, parenthood tapped me on the shoulder like, “Hey girl, remember me?”

I swear I spend all of my days cleaning, wiping, folding, sweeping—just to look around and somehow… nothing looks clean. Like, how?! It’s like I’m fighting a ghost that keeps throwing toys and crumbs behind my back. I had to pause mid-sentence and just… breathe. For real.

Sometimes, you do have to turn a blind eye for your sanity. Just walk past the laundry basket like it’s not making direct eye contact. Ignore the sticky spot on the floor that magically reappears after every mop. I get it. But also… I gotta start being more accountable. My folks are starting to notice. 👀

Anyway, cheers to my kind-of Friday. The desk shuts down at 4:30pm, the curls are coming out, and even if my house ain’t spotless—my vibe is.

Also, Saturday, we are outside. BULLPEN. Pull up.

XOXO
Drea 🖤