Last Friday, after a really looong workweek, I came home, sat down for a late dinner and found I only had enough strength to raise a breadstick to my mouth, haha. So I took one from what is supposedly the dogs’ jar of treats (I know, I know) and munched on that, lazily chewing every 10 seconds or so.
The dogs kept nudging me, trying to wake me up (I wasn’t asleep!) and I caught myself staring, slack-jawed, into space. Stretching my aching back, I looked over at the Mr. and for a brief moment I felt a strong desire to ditch him for a masseur.
Whoo-hoo, was I tired.
This weekend, I chose to read other blogs instead of writing my own posts because those tech companies have yet to invent a laptop that I can type on while I’m lying down. I did manage to finish a book. My ultra-light choice for the weekend: Marley, A Dog Like No Other which is Marley & Me adapted for kids. It was either that or a novel featuring innocent maidens with heaving bosoms and darkly handsome pirates on steroids, rrawrr.
Now it’s Monday morning where I am and I’m in semi-panic mode because within a few hours I have to be at work and I no longer have time for all the chores that I ignored during the weekend. Will someone please legislate another day between Sunday and Monday? Or make all Mondays holidays?
I need a picker-upper. I need something that makes Mondays, or should I say dreading Mondays, sound like fun. Because I am sooo Eighties (yes, I am), I need The Bangles. 🙂