Maybe I like to be predictable, you don’t know. It’s also rainy, but I was feelin more Monday, Monday.
Tra-la-laing into Monday morning is a bit more challenging than tra-la-laing into Friday evening.
Unless you hate your home life or only work weekends — I hate to generalize cause there’s always someone who has to be all, “Actually,” like an eight-year-old.
It was not a Feet Up Sunday, y’all. Wasn’t much of a feet up weekend at all. Oy. You’ll have that.
I drove the people all around, went to three homes, two grocery stores, six retail shops, and an ATM. I read all y’all’s blogs and Carrie Rubin’s new book. I put gas in my car, repotted three plants, cooked three meals, and did two loads of laundry. Also, because I love me, I mani-pedi’ed myself, bought myself a big iced coffee, and put fresh sheets on my bed.
There were snuggles, there was laughter, there was good sleep — but it was a lotta runnin round and at one point, I recall announcing, “I will be sitting on my sofa for five minutes!” I sat for eight minutes and nothing bad happened.
Still, here I am, bleary-eyed and bushy-haired, ready to Monday. I am motivated by coffee and the idea that next weekend is freeeeee!
Let’s make it great!