Well, another week has come and gone.
And I have officially decided that Frozen is no longer a movie.
It’s a permanent member of this household.
🤣
Seriously, y’all.
I think I’ve heard Let It Go more times this week than I’ve heard my own thoughts.
Between the boys, work, headaches, television marathons, and a few things that genuinely caught me off guard, it’s been an interesting seven days.
Some parts were wonderful.
Some parts were exhausting.
And a couple of them?
I’d really rather not repeat.
But that’s life, I guess.
So, let’s get into it.
☕ This Week’s Comfort
Sunday morning started with one of my favorite little weekend traditions.
The boys got up, and Mawmaw Nesi made them their coffee.
Y’ALL.
The way these two little boys love their coffee is absolutely diabolical.
🤣🤣
But watching them sit there drinking coffee with Mawmaw Nesi always makes me think about my Mawmaw Sug.
And I love that.
There’s something about those little routines that sticks with you.
The things you don’t necessarily think are important when you’re little, but years later, you find yourself remembering them.
I hope that’s what this becomes for the boys.
I hope one day, when they’re older, they’ll think back to their weekends with Mawmaw Nesi and remember drinking coffee with her.
Because those are some of the memories that mean the most to me when I think about my own mawmaw.
🥰🖤
The rest of Sunday?
Frozen.
So much Frozen.
Doodoo has been teething, and the poor little guy just hasn’t been feeling well.
All he wanted was cuddles and Elsa.
And honestly?
That’s what he got.
By 3:55 that afternoon, he was on his second nap, asleep in my arms.
Pooh Boy was down for his second nap, too.
Uncle was in the recliner playing his game.
And me?
I was still sitting there, holding a sleeping toddler and watching—
You guessed it.
FROZEN.
AGAIN.
😭🤣
Meanwhile, I was waiting for my sister to wake up from what was apparently going to be an all-day nap.
But listen.
All three of her kids were out of the house.
If anybody deserved to catch up on some sleep, it was that woman.
Monday brought a different kind of comfort.
I got home from work, took a shower, started some laundry, and made myself a cup of hot cocoa.
Then, when my boyfriend got home, we cuddled up and started watching Crystal Lake.
We made it through the first four episodes.
And I wanted to keep going.
RIGHT THEN.
Unfortunately, my boyfriend decided we should finish the rest on Tuesday since he didn’t have to work and I’d be home by three.
Sir.
We have a perfectly good television.
We have perfectly good eyeballs.
WHY ARE WE WAITING?!
🤣
But fine.
Tuesday afternoon, I got home from work, and we finished the show.
Doodoo even called and asked me to come pick him up.
Not today, baby.
BlahBlah has plans.
I’ll get you tomorrow.
I love you, though!
😂🖤
Sometimes I just want to spend an afternoon cuddled up with my boyfriend, watching a show without having to worry about anything else.
And that’s exactly what we did.
📸 Through My Lens
This week, some of my favorite little moments weren’t even things I planned to photograph.
They were just things I wanted to remember.
Like Wednesday afternoon.
After a pretty rough day at work, I picked Doodoo up from the sitter’s.
And, naturally, Sissy wanted to come too.
So I brought them both home.
We went outside to play, and for once—
THEY WERE ACTUALLY GETTING ALONG.
Y’ALL.
No fighting.
No crying.
No pushing each other.
No somebody suddenly deciding the other person was breathing too close to them.
They were just running around the yard, chasing each other, laughing, and singing.
I almost didn’t know what to do with myself.
🤣
It was one of those afternoons where I could just sit back and enjoy watching them have fun.
And after the way my workday had gone?
I needed that.
Saturday brought another little moment I want to remember.
I went over to my sister’s house to touch up the red in my hair.
And when it was time to wash everything out, I let Sissy help me.
I handed her the showerhead and let her help rinse my hair.
Then I let her help put the conditioner in.
Y’ALL.
SHE LOVED IT.
🤣🖤
She was having the time of her life.
And I was just sitting there letting her help me.
It’s funny how something as simple as washing somebody’s hair can become an exciting little adventure when you’re a kid.
I love getting to have those moments with her.
And speaking of hair—
I’m getting ready for my Halloween photoshoot!
I have one coming up Sunday, and I’m so excited!
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of having an excuse to pull out my camera and do something creative.
Especially when it’s something creepy.
Y’all know how I am.
👀🖤
💭 A Thought I’ve Been Carrying
I’ve been thinking a lot this week about how much it means to feel supported.
Not just when things are going well.
But when things are uncertain.
Monday, I was talking to some of my coworkers about my first appointment with the fertility clinic.
It’s officially scheduled for next month.
And every time I talk about it, everything starts feeling a little more real.
Which is exciting.
But also?
A little terrifying.
Because there’s this part of me that wonders whether I should even be talking about it yet.
What if things don’t go the way we’re hoping?
What if I get everybody excited, and then we end up with news that isn’t so exciting?
I don’t know.
I know I can’t predict what’s going to happen.
But sometimes I wonder if keeping things to myself would make it easier if they don’t work out.
And then something happened Monday that I genuinely wasn’t expecting.
After lunch, two of my coworkers came up to me.
These are two women I’ve known for less than a month.
LESS THAN A MONTH, Y’ALL.
And they told me that if I end up not being able to get pregnant, they’d be willing to carry our baby for us.
🥲🫶🏻🖤
I don’t even know how to explain what that meant to me.
I’m not saying that’s something we’re planning.
We’re not even at that point.
We haven’t had our first appointment yet.
But the fact that these two women would even offer something that significant?
That they care enough to want to help us have a family?
I don’t have the words.
And y’all know I usually have plenty of those.
🤣
I think that’s what I’ve been carrying with me since Monday.
Sometimes people surprise you.
And sometimes those surprises remind you that there are people rooting for you, even when they haven’t known you very long.
I still don’t know how much of this journey I’m going to share.
I’m excited.
I’m nervous.
And I have absolutely no idea how any of it is going to turn out.
But I think I’m allowed to be excited about taking the next step without pretending I know where the road is going to lead.
For now, I’m just grateful that there are people willing to walk beside me while we figure it out.
❤️ This Week’s Gratitude
My gynecologist.
Seriously.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so grateful to have a doctor who actually listens to me.
Monday, I filled out the paperwork to have sent over to his office for FMLA.
For those who don’t know, I have endometriosis and fibroids.
And when my period starts, the pain can be absolutely debilitating.
I’m not talking about being a little uncomfortable.
I’m talking about pain that can make it incredibly difficult to function normally, let alone go to work and do my job.
My doctor understands that.
He recognizes that I’m dealing with chronic pain, and he fully supports me pursuing FMLA for the days when my symptoms become too much.
Y’ALL.
A DOCTOR WHO SUPPORTS MY DECISIONS?!
WHAT IS HAPPENING IN 2026?!
🤣
But seriously.
I appreciate this man so much.
And it’s not just because he’s supporting me with the paperwork.
It’s the way he treats me as a patient.
If I have a question, I can reach out.
And when he answers, he doesn’t just throw a bunch of medical terminology at me and expect me to understand it.
He explains things.
He tells me what’s happening, what it means, and why it matters.
He actually takes the time.
And after dealing with medical issues for so long, I cannot begin to explain how much I appreciate that.
I’m still dealing with the same conditions.
I’m still dealing with the pain.
But having a doctor who listens, explains things, and takes my concerns seriously?
That makes a difference.
A pretty damn big one.
🥲🖤
😂 This Week’s “Well…That Happened.”
Can we start with the fact that apparently the universe wanted me to eat Taco Bell on Monday?
Because I had TWO separate conversations with TWO separate people about Taco Bell at work.
And here’s the important part.
I DID NOT START EITHER CONVERSATION.
Y’all know how much I love Taco Bell.
But I was completely innocent this time.
🤣
Then my boyfriend came home from work.
With Taco Bell.
FOR US.
EXCUSE ME?!
WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!
I don’t know what kind of Taco Bell manifestation ritual I accidentally performed that day, but apparently it worked.
And honestly?
I’m not mad about it.
😂
Now, let’s talk about something else.
Sunday night.
I took the boys home, came back, and got a shower.
And when I got out?
I didn’t feel like brushing my hair.
So naturally, I did what any completely reasonable person would do.
I grabbed my hairbrush.
Grabbed my hair-cutting scissors.
And went BACK to my sister’s house.
To have her cut my hair.
🤣🤣🤣
No elaborate planning.
No appointment.
Just me deciding that I was done dealing with it.
Gang gang on some intrusive thoughts, I guess.
LMFAO.
Wednesday was considerably less entertaining.
Work was a struggle.
There was food flying.
Chocolate milk flying.
A whole lot of frustration.
It was one of those days when absolutely nothing seemed to go smoothly.
And Thursday?
Somehow worse.
By the time I got home, I didn’t even feel like taking a shower.
And listen.
I ALWAYS shower when I get home from work.
Always.
But that day?
Nope.
I went straight to the recliner and watched Euphoria until bedtime.
Friday wasn’t any better.
Something happened at work that was genuinely upsetting, and I ended up having to write an incident report.
I’m not going into the details because it involves someone else’s privacy.
But it was serious, and it was awful to witness.
By the time everything was said and done, I just wanted to cry.
I was ready to be home.
I came home, got my shower, and settled into the recliner.
I talked with my boyfriend’s mom for a while, and we watched some things together.
And honestly?
I needed that quiet time.
But apparently, the universe wasn’t finished testing my patience.
My neighbor asked me if I could drive him an hour and a half away and back on Saturday.
No.
I can’t.
I don’t have the gas for that.
And the gas I DO have needs to last me as long as possible.
So I explained that.
Later, I went to my sister’s house to help get the kiddos ready for trunk-or-treating.
They were running behind, and I wanted to help.
And y’all.
THEY WERE SO CUTE.
🥹🖤
That was a nice little break from the day.
But when I got back home?
My neighbor walked up to me.
With his dad on the phone.
And had his dad ask me if I’d take him to the liquor store.
SIR.
😭
I HAVE A HEADACHE.
I HAVE ALREADY EXPLAINED THAT I NEED TO SAVE MY GAS.
WHERE DO YOU THINK THE EXTRA GAS IS GOING TO COME FROM?!
I told him to ask me tomorrow when I didn’t have a headache.
Because by that point, my head was absolutely pounding.
I ended up in a dark room, away from noise, at 7:30 in the evening.
I didn’t even want dinner.
I just wanted my head to stop hurting so I could go to sleep.
My boyfriend brought me some ibuprofen, and I was really hoping it would kick in soon.
And then Saturday rolled around.
A fresh day.
A new beginning.
Surely things would be peaceful.
HAHAHAHA.
NO.
🤣
After getting my hair done at my sister’s, I brought Pooh Boy home with me.
He laid down for a nap.
Did he actually take one?
Absolutely not.
So naturally, he was cranky.
Then Mom brought Doodoo over.
Who was ALSO cranky.
Wonderful.
Two cranky toddlers.
Exactly what everybody dreams of on a Saturday.
😩
I tried laying them both down for another nap.
Doodoo slept for about thirty minutes.
Pooh Boy?
Screamed.
Cried.
Refused.
FOR AN HOUR.
Sir.
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYEBALLS.
PLEASE.
😭
And because apparently we hadn’t had enough fun yet?
They BOTH peed through their diapers.
OF COURSE THEY DID.
At that point, I was ready to skip ahead to bedtime.
Dinner.
Baths.
Bed.
Let’s GO.
Eventually, Pooh Boy finally went to sleep.
And Doodoo?
Well, he’s currently cuddled up in my lap.
Watching Frozen.
Again.
He’s almost asleep.
And honestly, after the day we’ve had?
I’ll take it.
😂🖤
It’s Saturday night, and my house is finally getting quiet.
Well, as quiet as a house with two little boys can get.
I’m sitting here with Doodoo curled up in my lap, and I know I could probably find a dozen things around the house that need to be done.
But they’re going to have to wait.
Because right now, I have a sleepy little boy who wants his BlahBlah.
And I don’t particularly feel like moving.
I’ve been thinking about how short this weekend with the boys is going to be.
They’re only staying one night, and I’ll be taking them home earlier than usual so I can get ready for my Halloween photoshoot.
I’m excited about the photoshoot.
Really excited.
But I’m also a little sad that I won’t have my usual full weekend with them.
Which is ridiculous when you consider how much time I spend complaining about how loud and exhausting they are.
🤣
I guess that’s the funny thing about loving people.
They can drive you absolutely insane, and you can still wish you had a little more time with them.
And right now, that’s exactly how I feel.
So I’m going to sit here a little longer.
Let him finish his movie.
Let him fall asleep.
And enjoy the fact that, for once, nobody is asking me for anything.
Well.
Except Elsa.
She’s still singing.
Of course she is.
😭🤣🖤
Until next time,
—Destiny
P.S. What’s one little tradition or memory from your childhood that you hope the next generation gets to experience, too? 🖤
