I used to love Monday. Not so much anymore. It's hard getting out of bed after a long weekend. It's hard getting the K's out of bed, too. It's also hard when I get into my truck and realize I have no gas...argh!
So...even though we didn't get Raptured, I swear something did happen.
K4 was the most helpful, sweet child yesterday, and has been today as well. That's wonderful and I'm not picking on her because I love it, but you have to agree it's a bit curious to go from hormonal pre-teen to agreeable in a day.
Also, our most irritating, obnoxious, rude neighbors are moving.
And I got to see the season finale of Castle. *loves*
Tell me something didn't happen...
This was all in addition to having K5 all afternoon. We had a fantastic day and her squinchy face is the cutest thing ever. She did not, however, appreciate being rudely awakened when the computer monitor shorted out and smoke started filling the living room, but other than that our day was filled with smiles, open-mouthed baby kisses, swinging, and happy noises. Can't beat that with a stick.
Anyway. Now that the week has started I'm looking forward to the end. I know that's no way to live, but trust me, if I live through this week I will try not to wish time away.
For now, I'm going to bed...