Weekends are interesting creatures.
You make plans.
You plan to accomplish alot.
You plan to sleep in but only until 7 or 8.
You plan to clean.
You plan to grocery shop.
So Friday night comes and goes.
You go to the scrap store and watch What Not to Wear.
You think you might collapse from feeling sorta bad.
The cold that you thought you got over came back and nested in your throat and chest.
You accomplish nothing except not going to dinner at Outback with your gift card because the wait is outrageous.
Sleep in until 9:30.
Decide to take kids to museum.
This turns out to be totally worth while.
Emma sits down to sketch about 2 or three statues.
Bo likes to get the view from really close and then really far away.
Home. Putz on computer for a while.
Do some laundry, but hardly any to speak of.
Try to go to Outback again, but are once more put off by the hour wait.
Go get Kid Cuisines at Publix.
And a Chocolate Yo Yo which you have no business eating.
Stay up until 2 doing a couple of pages and a card.
Sigh for all you didn't get done, and think of all that will have to be done after work all week
to make up for my lack on Saturday.
Feel lonely and depressed.
Decide to go to Waffle House.
Think to self "Now I'll NEVER get anything done today." but go anyway.
Shop for a purchase new shelf for bedroom and office chair for desk.
Feel grateful for generous husband.
Play foursquare with family.
Bust a move and get the cleaning done, the laundry done, grocery shop and make dinner.
Watch Singing in the Rain while Emma works on her valentines for school.
Sing with kids, fold laundry, blog.
Bath and Bed
End of Weekend.