You Never Cease to Amaze Me

When I posted the question about the master bedroom on the first floor, I totally expected every single Mama out there to be all, "No way would we want that! Your irrational fears are so not irrational!"

Instead, some of you gave me something to think about. I actually got excited when Kat said that having a house like that would enable all kid stuff to be on the second floor thereby leaving the first floor visitor ready. Oh, how that thought warms my soul.

I have been discussing this with my girlfriends here, also. Further proof that my internet girlfriends and real life girlfriends are so similar, their thoughts are very similar to yours.

All that to say, I'm still stumped. I'm thinking it through, I really am. I'll keep you posted.

Speaking of girlfriends, I've mentioned here before that I have an awesome group of girls that I meet every other week for coffee. Half of the group doesn't even like coffee but that doesn't stop us. We meet at Starbucks anyway and stay there laughing and talking until they kick us out.

Last night was coffee night and yesterday was one of those days for me. You know the type. The kind where you question every decision you made that day. You wonder if you are still as intelligent and capable of the things that you did before your days were filled with Candyland, Go Fish and floor puzzles. That was my yesterday. I don't have many of those days but when I do, it's inevitably on Coffee Day. That's because God is good and He knows I won't wallow for long on those days. I get together with my girls and everything seems balanced again. It doesn't hurt that they are the type of friends who will say, "Snap out of it girl!" and let you know that these thoughts are normal and you aren't the only one with them.

I love those girls. I leave them feeling refreshed and ready to face anything. We're about to start meeting every week since we will soon start losing each other to moves. Over half of us are on the way to a new home this summer and I'm not sure I'll ever love Tuesdays as much as I do now once we aren't together anymore.

We aren't the only ones who think our group is special. Recently, the ever so adorable and very young man who starts working on our orders when he sees us walk in, told us that we are by far his favorite Mommy group that comes in. I didn't even balk at the fact that he referred to us as a "Mommy Group" rather than "Group of Gorgeous, Funny, Smart Young Women." Instead we thanked him and realized that what we have is rare and it's a blessing and I'm going to miss these women when we all move on.