I have a confession to make… Our Christmas decorations are still up. There’s no excuse- we didn’t have any late Christmases or parties at our house. All month I’ve had good intentions to tackle the house on the weekend… but then I don’t. This weekend I slept until 11 am on Saturday morning… That never happens. I admit that I was really, really lazy.
But this weekend I hung out in a bar from 7 pm to 1 am and watched my favorite man hit some drums.
And this weekend we celebrated a “1st Birthday” with my favorite baby. (Happy Birthday, Elliot!)
And of course we watched a few episodes of The West Wing.
It’s weekends like these that make me so happy to live in a small city, surrounded by our family and our friends. It makes me grateful to wake up next to my other half on Sunday morning waaay later than either one of us planned and turning my parents down for a spontaneous Bob Evan’s breakfast because we’re just too comfy in bed. It makes me smile to relax on the couch Sunday night and watch TV while the dogs happily nap on our legs.
I am so grateful for these slow, lazy, last minute “hey-can-you-come-play-a-few-sets-at-the-bar?” weekends.