Okay, in a perfect world this would be me. But, alas, it's not. We've had a full but lovely weekend, and here we are at Sunday night--facing the week ahead. I really hate Sunday nights. David's weeks are beyond busy, and the kids are always a little down about school tomorrow. Z, of course, is mad that his brother and sister won't be around to play with in the morning. And all I have to show for today is several loads of laundry washed and put away. Perhaps eating a huge slab of chocolate isn't something to "check off" your list of things accomplished over a weekend, but I think it would make me a tad happier.

1 comment:

Jim Casperson said...

Ah, but school shall be out in three months.