I love having a friend that I know I could call up anytime for help or to talk or to watch the kids, whatever. My friend had an appointment so her youngest son, who is Dex and Veda’s age, came over to play for a couple of hours. Their family had come over on Saturday to help us with our yard work and my house was a mess then because I called spur of the moment. I knew they were coming over today and my house was still a mess. I also hadn’t been grocery shopping yet so we were pretty bare in the cupboards and fridge. I had both clean and dirty laundry piled up to deal with and dirty dishes in the sink. And I didn’t really care at all. Not in a “I don’t care about life” kind of way. In a “I’m totally comfortable with you seeing my real life” kind of way. It was definitely a first for me. I don’t think even our immediate family has ever seen our home not clean or at least picked up.
And there was no judgement. It was nice. My friend could tell I was feeling weird though and I was trying to explain this off feeling I’ve been having. Normally I’d just put on a smile and say everything was fine but I didn’t. And there still wasn’t judgement. Just understanding and hugs. I’m pretty thankful for friends that don’t care if my laundry is folded and put away immediately or if I’ve got exactly zero napkins or paper towels because we switched to cloth napkins and they are all dirty. I’m thankful they didn’t care that I threw together some spaghetti with bacon, butter, lemon juice, and parsley and called it lunch.
What are you thankful for today?