I guess I should stop making statements about the highs and lows of my days/weeks/weekends like it’s a surprise/something new/unusual. It seems to happen all the time. Our Ikea trip, for example, started with happy loving reminiscing. Um, does that sound weird? Since David and I met as college students in Switzerland, Ikea shopping was a frequent activity. We shopped around, stopped for a meatball lunch (…David…) and then. Well, then David realized he threw away our list with his lunch… That list that has the coordinates of where to pick up your things in the giant warehouse? Ugh. Things went sour, fast. In the soul suck that is Ikea I started losing my mind. I wanted to buy horse cake pans. I got too silly and there was an injury which led to scolding, which led to tears. The trip ended smiling again though. There was a young boy in the parking garage who we could hear tell his Dad ” I love you.” As the dad walked away the boy just kept yelling after him that he loved him and they were best friends. My womb lurched.
In other weekend news we went to a movie at the Cinerama on our block. Holy fabulous movie theater. They had a chocolate mix popcorn, mini cupcakes from a local bakery. The ceiling in the theater had those sparkly lights that look like stars. I fell in love and am devastated that I won’t be in town for the showing of Game of Thrones next weekend. We also had an amazing brunch at Tilikum Place Cafe. The friendly guy at the dog park with the Scottie recommended it and then I found it listed on EVERY best brunch list. It did not disappoint. Have you ever had a dutch baby? It’s like the baby of a pancake and french toast. A baked egg battered pancake concoction. I had the savory one and it was amazing. Along with a mimosa and coffee it was perfection. Did I mention the hundred babies in sailor stripes that never cried? Womb. ache. Afterwards we strolled down to Pike Place Market, around the the bookstore and back home to order in, do laundry, and assemble Ikea furniture. Ah. Domestic bliss. What did you do this weekend? Fight? Laugh? Cry? Wish for babies?