almost every friday i get this burst of energy and plan a weekend full of things/projects i want to do or get done around the house over the weekend...those 2 days that hubs is home...and i can have some leeway with my time. and yet, every weekend comes along...and well, my lists remain unmarked off. the little pockets of clutter remain. i get in a couple really, really great naps. we get some little things done. we have some really, really great belly-laughs with the girls. we get to church and sunday school. and then monday morning is there, again, and the list might get a couple of things marked off. but most, if not all, will be there again on next friday. so when i tell people that i have this *saying*, it really, really is true:
"if you want to come over and see me &/or the kids &/or the hubs, great! come on over! if you are coming over to see the house, you better give me two weeks notice!"