How could it possibly be Monday? How did this happen?
Somebody asked me what I did over the weekend, and I realized that there were no (Zero) relaxing moments in my life from 5:30 Friday, all the way until I went to bed on Sunday night.
That's just not right.
I hereby promise that next weekend, I will do nothing but sit on my ass. I may have a friend over, or may even go to someone else's house, but the activity has to center around me sitting on my ass. For the whole two days. I should put the children on alert right now, to avoid any of that "drive me around" confusion.