It's not just the cheescake, people.

I had a good solid moment of happiness this weekend and I’ve just going to live for it for a little bit. I had lunch with two of my best friends on Sunday and I have to tell you that it makes me wonder why I don’t take these girls shopping and buy them something nice instead of paying my therapist.

I think this was the first time the three of us had gone out somewhere together, just us, in a long time, which is sad since I’ve known Jen and Barbara for over a decade. Life just got busy, I moved to Scottsdale, we all got married and had kids and, well, shit happens. But now I’ve moved “home” to the West Valley and it’s a hell of a lot easier to see them. I’m jealous as hell that they can walk to each other’s houses and I’m still a 20 minute drive away.

I’ve been spending a good amount of my time lately feeling sorry for myself and wallowing in pissy crap that is going on in my life. I forgot that the doors to their houses are open all the time. I know that if I just show up they’ll let me in. They’re my home. It was always like this before. Every weekend we spent at each other’s houses and I don’t know why this stopped. Jen and Barbara have still done this for the past few years but I just stopped.

I’ve spent too much time sitting around my house feeling that because my husband’s never there or he’s sleeping, that I need to just sit there. I’m trying to learn how to make myself happy again. And I have to say that sitting in the Cheesecake Factory, laughing and having horribly inappropriate conversation with two of my best friends is very much a step in the right direction.