{ The Best Thing about Ruts}

The best thing about ruts is that they eventually end. Last week was miserable. I was lethargic, pouty, and unmotivated. I accomplished absolutely nothing at work, even less at home, and spent 90% of my time on the couch curled up with Cooper watching chick flicks.

Apparently Jeff picked up on this, so he drove down for the weekend to cheer me up, spend time with Tyler, and get me back into my big girl pants. And you know what? It worked. I've been getting things accomplished at work, rather than staring into the void located on the wall slightly above my computer, I've gotten my mound of crap moved out of the living room and into appropriate places, and I've started cooking and baking again, freeing myself  from the greasy fast food vortex that I got sucked into.

I think we all deserve our ruts once and a while, to feel yucky and dejected, long enough for us to fully appreciate how wonderful life is outside of the occasional off day week.


Happy Valentines Day.

-Ashley