I want to know who is responsible for making the ill-fated decision that Monday through Friday are work days, while Saturday and Sunday are days off. If anyone had asked me I would most definately have said two days on, five days off.
This is what we packed in this past weekend:
Saturday: 7:00 a.m. Walk with Mia and Mr. Farish – park and Starbucks
Mani and Pedi with Cydney
Japanese Street Fair with Abi, Cydney, and Dustin
Skate Shopping – Cydney and Abi want new long boards
Museum of Natural History – Cydney, Abi and Dustin
Pick up Vicki, Lori and Kelly – go to Buffalo BBQ and get 18 take out orders
Girls night at Sylvia’s
Home at midnight
Sunday: 7:00 a.m. Walk with Mr. Farish and Mia – park and Starbucks
Clean out refrigerator and cupboards
Grocery shopping – take Cydney so she can cash in coins
Make a marinade for Carne Asada meat
Start pork for Carnitas – slow simmer for 3 hours
make Flan for dessert
Cook the Carne Asada, chorizo and corn tortillas
Eat dinner with the family
Load the dishwasher
Sit down for the first time today to watch The Amazing Race
(You can’t help but love Jet and Cord)
11:00 p.m. – Exhausted!
Do you see what I mean? Two day weekends are enough to wear me out.