As each work week passes, I find myself counting on the
weekend more and more. It’s the best
(only?) time I have to run errands, clean the house, tackle projects, crafts,
and recipes, and really hang out hardcore with my girls. What does hardcore hanging out look like?
This weekend we had donuts for breakfast (courtesy of a
stealth pre-wake-up trip by David), spent too long at the craft store, bought
new clothes, got smoothies, made new toys and accessories, hung out in the
bedroom tent (Ellie is OBSESSED), resisted sleep, went to the grocery, made
cupcakes, ate cupcakes, took a walk, helicoptered in the field, ran home,
visited Finn, visited with neighbors, and hugged it out while Barney sang “we’re
a happy family.” In between all that I was
amazed at Ellie’s new words and drawings, Mimi’s generous smiles, and snuck in
plenty of kisses and squeezes to both my lovelies.
I’m completely exhausted (as I sit here
typing this one handed as Meems reluctantly sleeps in my other arm—excuse my
brevity), but all of this is what I love.
As Rihanna says, “cheers to the
freakin’ weekend…”
