This weekend was nice. Relaxing. We had a babysitter Saturday night and hit the town to celebrate a good friend's birthday. We lazed around yesterday, took a walk, ran a quick errand or two. J and I even played some Rock Band while the nugget was napping. I did no chores. That hasn't happened in a long time.
So why is it that after taking one weekend off, I feel like my house is a disaster? I made a "to do" list about a week ago, and I don't think I've managed to cross one thing off of it. Ah, the joys of home/pet/child ownership. It's the perfect storm.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
Happy Monday, y'all.
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