I've got that satisfied Sunday afternoon relaxation thing going. (Which always makes me suspect I am forgetting something. But what???) I love our church. Have I mentioned that? Why yes, I think I have. ;D Not perfect, I know, but GOOD.
Made a big lunch, because I don't make dinner on Sunday evenings. Chicken in Italian dressing, baked yams, salad, and berry cobbler. (Which would explain the appeal of a nap...) It's a nice, lazy day. A fitting end to an under-ambitious semi-Spring-Break week. Not completely lazy mind you, we did a bit of school work and - on the one or two nice days - some yard work, too. The boys mowed yesterday and I got two loads of laundry dried on the line - always a hopeful milestone for me. I'd prefer to dry nearly all of it outside :D
But this is what cracks me up. The boys were up between 6 and 6:30 every morning this week. You know, so as not to miss a moment of play time. They've logged a ton of hours with their Legos, and Dino-opolis has seen a burst of activity.
But what do you bet that everyone will have trouble getting out of bed tomorrow morning? Huh?