Sometimes I really hate the weekend. For most people, the weekend is a time to relax with the family and get some things done, but for me it usually means I have to work. When I am at work is when tends thing to fall apart here at home, examples of such are the house being trashed, nothing being picked up, and nothing getting done. Most of this occurs because I am not home to either prevent it or to make it happen.
See, there was a plan for this weekend, which for one reason or another got messed up. The main reason was my mother, how we love her, was supposed to come today, but decided to come on Saturday instead. Which, really shouldn't have been that bad since what we had planned on doing on Saturday when I got home could have been done today when I got home from work, or so you would think.
Well, today came and I got up and went to work, mind you everyone was still snug in bed sleeping soundly, besides the dogs that is. I come home from work a little late, after a voicemail saying I thought you got off at 1pm, which was left at 1:15, saying stop and get this, this and this before you come home. So I go pick up the things that were *needed* and headed home.
I get home, and the only person dressed in the house is Zoey, and that is because after making Mike give her a bath she went upstairs and picked out her clothes herself (oh it was quite an outfit let me tell ya).
As you can see her favorite colors are pink and purple, and she loves to wear zip up hoodies. I just wished she wouldn't have picked pants that were too short, but it could have been a skirt so I shouldn't complain too much. The shirt sort of matched the pants in that the flowers on the pants are pink like the shirt, now where the purple hoodie came in to all this I'm not sure, oh and she also had on purple non skid socks when I got home (those have since been replaced by slippers and then bare feet).
The sad part was that Mike and Bradlee were still both in the pajamas laying around on the couch watching TV (must have been nice). So, we really needed to get into the attic today and get some stuff down and put some stuff up there, but it kind of hard to do so when no one is dressed. Since no one got dressed until much later nothing got done. Bradlee got dressed to go to a friend's house, and Mike only got dressed to go pick him up from the friend's house.
In light of all of this, the house is only semi-trashed since some of the kids were gone and nothing got done, but at least I have the next three days off. I suppose I will be spending some of my time in the attic tomorrow, which is not my idea of a good time. So the time is 9:18 and I really need to go tackle Mt Morton for a bit since I haven't been down there since Friday (oh the horror of it all) as laundry was another thing that got interrupted by my mom coming a day early.
So until tomorrow, good night all and sleep tight.