I woke up and I swear I had not idea it was Sunday.

I make pancakes (chocolate chip or blueberry) on Sundays, I read the paper while drinking my yummy coffee, I don't get dressed till noon and I watch a movie with the kids on the sofa. This is my Sunday routine--you don't mess with routine.


But...I woke up: made my bed, showered, dressed, brushed my teeth...I thought it was Saturday. My house cleaning, laundry, errand day...NOPE! My daughter woke up, rubbing her eyes--watching in disbelief as I stripped my bed and yelled for her to do the same. "But it's Sunday mom." She whined.

I seriously threw up in my mouth. I dropped like a bag of stones on the corner of my bed and wanted to cry. "I missed my Sunday." I whispered or weeped not sure now.

How did this happen?

It was the whirlwind of visitors from out of town and the amazing amount of social events that followed. I'm NOT complaining about having friends but I am complaining that my Sunday was stolen from me.


I look forward to this day of complete leisure all week, Because god knows the next day that follows my day of total relaxation is MONDAY--UGh, not a fan of Monday.

So, here I am back in my Pjs, trying to piece together what's left of my wonderful,restful Sunday, about to have pancakes and watch a flick with the kidos, oh, and sip my on yummy coffee. Have a great Sunday everyone.

Ps. and not think about my edits all day...well, we'll see.