A Day of Nothing

The weekend of June 9th was an infamous weekend that will go down in the record books as possibly one of the worst weekends of all time.  I am trying to remain somewhat professional, so I won't go into further detail, but suffice it to say that some people are just toddlers walking around in adult's clothing.  That behavior at three isn't pretty sometimes, but there's time to teach.  It's really ugly at twenty-something, and sadly, probably too late to correct.

And there's no rest for weary (or is that the wicked?) because on June 11th we kicked off Vacation Bible School and that went from 5:30pm to 8pm from the 11th through the 15th.  I am lucky to have some wonderful ladies to work with in planning this particular event.  And we have a lot of great help during.  It was fun while it lasted, but I'm breathing a sigh of relief that it's over for this year.  

Of course yesterday was Father's Day, so we made our rounds doing all the Father's Day meals, including the one I cooked at my house.  

All of that being said - I had wonderful aspirations today to do a bunch of laundry, wash dishes (oh yes, because I need one more problem...our dishwasher is broken), and clean the bathrooms.  Guess what I've actually done?  

Played with Mikaela and Peyton.  I also took a nice long shower while they were kind enough to nap at the same time; and then I watched a sitcom and ate a couple of Hershey's toffee almond nuggets.  Just call me the quintessential soap opera-watching bon bon-eating housewife today.  But I think I earned it.