dual personalities

Turning a corner into the final days of work and the third trimester has really lifted my spirits. Even though Friday turned into a totally nutty day at work, complete with hours on the phone and URGENT!!! budget crises, I persevered and made it to the weekend. From there, I managed to enjoy myself, perhaps because of

Drive-thru McFlurries,

Faux palomas sipped from festive glassware,

And a clean apartment. As you can see, we have no foyer or entryway to speak of, so the space in front of the bookshelves becomes a dumping ground for shoes and packages. Well, we finally won the war against cardboard, and have found a home for all of our incoming baby gear. (For better or worse, we are definitely contributing to Jeff Bezos’s ascent to trillionaire-status.)

I also got about halfway through the large project of reorganizing my clothes and transitioning to a summer wardrobe, though it’s an odd task when you aren’t sure for what you’ll be dressing. I don’t exactly need my party dresses or pencil skirts for the workplace. But it still feels nice to clear out the closets!

DN outdid me on the project front, though. While I napped on Sunday, he scrubbed the bathtub, the bathroom floor, and the kitchen floor. It is amazing what his elbow grease can accomplish compared to mine. Then, he hung a curtain rod in our bedroom. (All of our windows have blinds installed, which are very functional but obviously not the most inspiring.)

Things were touch and go for a minute…

but ultimately he powered through, and the curtains look fantastic. (Once again I ask that you trust me — my iPhone pictures always make things look so dingy!)

Last but not least, I also cut my own hair this weekend. I watched this video, which sounds like it was recorded by a robot, and just went for it. Makes me wonder why I was paying $80 for a haircut pre-quarantine… Will we all be totally self-sufficient by the time this is all over?