The weekend sort of attacked us. We didn't even have time to put our hands up and say "WAIT!" We should have made plans, but the weather man said it was supposed to be raining and windy. (Really? When did we start listening to him?) Saturday just unravelled after Turner's nap and before I knew what happened it was Sunday 4pm and I was still in my jams. Yikes.
The boys had a contest last night. They were trying to see who could wake up the most. Eli started it and then Turner evened the score out. Eli pulled ahead two more times and then Turner made up with a grand slam. Neither had anything wrong with them. Diapers clean? Check. Fed? Check. Teeth? Nope. WTF?
I knew it was truely a case of the Monday's when I rounded the corner in to the kitchen and realized we hadn't loaded the dishwasher. Damn. And I'm still in the same pants (at least I sorta showered) as Sunday? Crap.
On a good note, though, I finally pulled the trigger and bought tickets to go to my sister's wedding in Land O' this weekend. I dunno, I guess I was waiting for some divine intervention to tell me I should go. Not that I didn't want to. Just travelling with kids, the price of tickets. That and, well, she finally made up her damn mind about the plans! Tickets are non-refundable, you know?