There are so many things that we could do. We've thrown around getting together an impromptu game night with our friends, there is a crop (scrapbooking get-together for all of you non-scrappers out there) at church this Saturday night and there is always the possibility of inviting family over for dinner or whatever. But the closer the weekend gets, the less I want to do anything other than lay around the house in my oldest, rattiest clothes and do absolutely nothing.
Of course, "nothing" when you have kids turns out to be a whole lot of something, but at least there will be no outside interference.

So, one more day of work to get through and then the weekend is mine. Maybe I'll do some light shopping tomorrow since I get off at noon on Fridays. It will be nice to just browse without the kids pulling me in 20 directions at once or worrying if Trevor has had enough. I'm a firm believer in "me" time, and I think that taking some time to be alone and to rejuvenate in whatever capacity makes you happy, makes you a better wife and mother. You can't care for others if you can't care for yourself every once in a while.

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