Not one day this weekend turned out the way I thought it would. In fact, I changed plans and them had them changed for me, again. But that doesn't mean it was a bad weekend, it was actually very good!
And now it's over.
And I am worn all the way out this morning. It's Monday, the first of the month, and we all know what that means for me...yep, hell week. But it will be okay because hell is not nearly as bad as it used to be. I can close a month and clean it all up in a matter of hours, not days. And then I can get the new month rolling along in minutes. Assuming of course, that there are no issues. And either way, it will all be okay because my sis's are coming at the end of the week! I cannot wait. One weekend a year it's all about indulging. Life is too short to NOT do as we damned well please...and this year will be no different. No kids, no boys allowed. teeheehee. We celebrate our mother, our life, our relationship. I honestly live like there is no tomorrow, and for this one weekend, so will they.
No gym for me this morning, I can barely move. I think a couple of hours with my grandsons kills my body worse than five miles on the treadmill. But, oh it is so worth it.
I didn't even see the new man this weekend. I was supposed to, but plans were changed by me, then they were changed again. It's been awful quiet from newmanville, though. I am left wondering if that means anything. I think if it does, he needs to speak up. Why is that so difficult for most?
And with that, I will leave you with a pic of my Brodie, and one of the cat decals that were so carefully placed up on the loft wall..way up there.
Happy, happy Monday. :)