Just a regular, wonderful weekend recap

I keep telling myself that I'm going to put more thought and words into this space.  To have more for Charlie to read as she gets older, a glimpse of what her mom was/is.  But then time gets away from me, life gets busy, and even on more than one occasion I get anxious.  I over think everything.  All of the details to what I want to post, what I could post, what I probably shouldn't post.  That seems silly to many but it's honest worry of mine.

So we'll just jump into some calm waters for the first (read, bazillionth) time out of the gate.  About two weeks ago, Steve and I scheduled to get our taxes done on a Thursday morning.  Since I scored some more vacation days with my 5  year anniversary at work I decided what the heck, I'll take that Thursday and Friday off work.  Best decision. Charlie still went to daycare on Thursday and to my mom's on Friday so essentially it was like being young, and childless again.  We went and got our taxes done and Steve spoiled me with an Olive Garden lunch trip.  Friday we made plans to drive into Pittsburgh to the Apple store to fix the battery on my iPhone.  I lucked out because my iPhone was one of so many sold in September 2012 that had a faulty battery so there was a battery replacement for free!

My birthday is coming and I joked to Steve that he could get me a Michael Korrs purse since there was a store in the mall.  His argument was that he'd rather buy me another LV then spend a hundred on a purse I'm going to get tired of anyways.  We won't be telling him a MK purse doesn't retail for $100 because really, when you get the chance for a Louie you say heck to the yes.  I debated though.  Mom brain came on.  And wouldn't shut up.  I could buy so many diapers with that money.  Or formula, Heaven knows formula costs an arm and a leg.  Fortunately for me, my husband took the decision out of my hands and drove to a whole other mall to take me to the Louis Vuitton store.  He told me that I deserved the purchase for all the sacrifices I'd made in the past year for Charlie and for him.  A woman can't argue with a man intent on spending several hundreds on a purse.  When we walked into the store the angels sang and the very well dressed salesmen helped me purchased my second Louie.  (For Christmas two years ago Steve was told to surprised me the Speedy 30)  This time I walked out of the store with the the Neverfull in medium.

We had the best time, talking and reconnecting again.  Odd topics came up, but ones that I want to remember.  We talked a lot about breastfeeding of all things.  Even now, being done with it, I still think about it.  I wonder if I'll breastfeed our next child or if I'll be more comfortable with formula.  Steve actually commented that he was glad I had chosen to breastfeed.  That he didn't know all the statistics and fine print but he knew it was the best choice for the baby.  (I don't think there really is a best choice per say) But he gave me a lot of credit for doing it and sticking it out as long as I had.  He also said that he'd be happy if I chose to do it again.   It was so nice to hear.  To hear that somebody gave me credit for what I'd chosen.  Especially my husband.  All this time I felt so much guilt because I thought that I had taken away something from him by choosing to breastfeed.

I know the rest of the weekend was family time. My little brother's 11th birthday, running errands with my Grandma Betty.  But I couldn't tell you many details.  I can tell you that it was the best long weekend I'd had in a while.  It was wonderful and I hope to never forget it.