quiet is good.

Truth: I had bold plans for this weekend. {cv} planned a few days away with his dad and uncles--and I had the apartment all to myself. I could finally tackle the growing pile of files, clean out our closets, and generally get ahead for the upcoming week.

Reality: I made a trip to IKEA and treated myself to a cinnamon roll for dinner. I organized like a madwoman. I started Revenge from the beginning. I didn't instagram. I cuddled my cats. I nursed my bum knee. I played my music loud. I loved every minute of it.

I am admittedly horrible at taking it easy. I always have been and worry I always will. I cannot tell you the last weekend I had--by myself--at home. We spent nearly every weekend of the summer on the road, so the honest-to-goodness truth was that I was really excited to slow down for a few days this weekend.

I used to assume quiet weekends signaled a boring void of time, which I now know is not the case. I am now {almost} up-to-speed on the Revenge hype {but please no spoilers!}. I also pinpointed my pen hoarding tendencies {I may have one from every hotel we've stayed in over the last 7 years--#oops}. I could go on, but I won't. Suffice it to say, this weekend was exactly what I needed. My to-do list may not be complete, but I'm headed into Monday knowing I can tackle this week. This weekend definitely reminded me that quiet is good.