I mentioned in this post that my best friend and I have pretty regular sleepovers. We try to have them at least once every two months for our sanity, and have been since high school (with the exception of the years she was off at college in Arkansas, but even then, I still came to visit for weekends at a time).
I’ve gotten pretty good at throwing together an overnight bag with the essentials and I thought I’d share my tips that I’ve learned over the years.
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If you happen to have been following me from my old blog, you might remember a segment I used to do called Wonder Woman of the Month. I’ve decided to bring it back, to feature and learn more about women I admire and who inspire me.
To kick off this “new” segment, I asked my friend Sara (who I’ve known since ninth grade), a cookie artist outside of Denver and owner of Sugar and Spoon Baking Co., to be my inaugural Wonder Woman! Luckily for me, she said yes!
Keep reading for her story!
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Time with our friends is important. I mean, hugely important. I can tell when I’ve gone too long without spending time with my best friends, because I start to not feel like myself. My best friends are all my best friends for different reasons. They each add a richness that I just don’t get from being without them. My best friends have all been there for me through the absolute worst time in my life, and the absolute best. They know what to say and when to say it. They understand when I can’t do something because of my anxiety and when to make me do something despite it.
Continue reading “Why Do We Stop Having Sleepovers as Adults?!”
Two of my absolute best friends in the entire world became moms for the first time ever this year. One had a boy and the other a girl. One had been trying for a long time and the other got pregnant pretty quickly after deciding with her husband that it’s what they both wanted. Both women are married and both pregnancies were planned. I say this, because we have officially reached the age where our friends are getting pregnant on purpose. We are officially getting old.
Continue reading “Being Childless When Most of Your Friends Have Kids”