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It was a good weekend.

This weekend, I got about 8 hours of sleep two nights in a row. That surpassed the number of nights I got 8 hours of sleep the previous 20 days. I have not slept well this month of August. Between work stress and my mom moving, and throwing in anxiety about my kid starting 7th grade and worrying about various things around that, sleep is elusive.

But I don't want to dwell on that. I want to just acknowledge the weekend for what it was. It was busy at times.

But it was a good weekend.

I slept.

I had some Blue Moons. I liked the cinnamon one; I was not fond of the spiced chai one.

I cut three weeks' worth of coupons.

I cleaned the bathtub well (every 2-3 weeks, I give it a deep scrubbing/cleaning; the other weeks it gets a perfunctory wipe-off).

I went through my credit card receipts.

I watched some TV with the kid.

I slept.

I spent some time with the hubby, just hanging out.

I walked the dog, and I ran the dog.

I lifted weights.

I went with J to a friend's house (the mom wanted to meet me, which I support; J has another good friend whom I have driven somewhere twice, and I have yet to meet the mom, which I find odd).

I finished school supply shopping (I think). I got a great deal on a sketch pad, which made up for my making a trip to Kmart yesterday thinking the filler paper was $.25 (that started today).

We had the hub's mom over to celebrate J's birthday, and we had a DQ Blizzard cake (chocolate chip cookie dough).

I slept.

I did some laundry (not fun, but necessary).

I "balanced" my checkbook (i.e., I used to online banking to write down everything I forgot about into my checkbook).

I talked to both brothers and my mother this weekend. And so far I am doing okay with my mom being so far away.

I had a delicious dinner (shrimp, garden peppers over pasta that hubby made).

And I slept.

I have a feeling most of what I wrote above would not have matter so much had I not finally gotten the sleep I so needed. But, as my post title says, it was a good weekend. 

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