Ahh, Saturday.
My incredibly considerate daughter woke up before me today, but realizing it was a "play day" she decided not to wake me up . . . until she started playing with her electric drumsticks. There is nothing like being pulled out of a sound sleep by an electronic beat to remind you that you have children. Luckily for me, she heeded my request to shut my bedroom door before the encore.
Our lazy morning included pancakes and dippy eggs (usually reserved for Sunday) and a quick trip to the post office (sans panties since it's laundry day and someone forgot to tell me she was out) to mail Uncle Brent's get well soon card. UB and his dog had a little argument with an explosive device overseas a few weeks ago and while both are fine, we figured a little love in the form of neon yellow poster board couldn't hurt. Since the post office is practically next door to the grocery store with the kiddie carts we popped it to stock up on some basics before heading home.
Twenty minutes later we were back out the door and seven hours later we are finally back home. And here I thought Saturdays were supposed to be relaxing.
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