After the usual hectic week, I looked forward to this weekend as one of the first FREE weekends in months. Next week begins with physiotherapy (thanks everyone who talked me into seeing the doctor about my arm pain) as well as the usual craziness, so I am determined to take a break for a couple of days.
Husband: "I thought we could drive to York."
Me, the usual campaigner for a York trip: "I was really hoping we could just do nothing this weekend."
Husband: "Oh, ok. Maybe I could make pancakes." (something he misses since we're always running everywhere).
I envisioned Saturday morning starting with pancakes-cooked by NOT ME and cleaned up by NOT ME.
Feeling generous, I offered to make my famous French Toast that takes 24 hours to prepare...
(doh! What have I done?!)
Knowing my toast suggestion just killed my Saturday morning, I suggest BBQing for the remaining meals. (Translation: husband cooking outside, clean up done by NOT ME).
He agrees. I make the shopping list.
Husband: "Hey, since we're not going anywhere, maybe we could invite some people over for dinner..."
I hope you all have a nice, restful weekend. If you need me, I'll be hiding in my room under the covers with a sock in my mouth.
LOL... Sorry. But I have so been in your shoes. Start coughing now and head up to bed with a stack of magazines. You can thank me next week;)
ReplyDeleteSome of us just are not very good at doing nothing.
ReplyDeleteThe best time to see York will be in a few weeks time when the daffodils are out.
Enjoy your weekend.
Oh dear. That kind of snowballed in the wrong direction, didn't it. I hope the pancakes are good.
ReplyDeleteWhat is it 'they' say about no good deed going unpunished? Hopefully you'll get out of the clean up chores.
ReplyDeleteOh, I can so relate. How many times have I planned a party and then two hours before the event I run away fratically, screaming at anyone who will listen, stressed out...not a pretty picture. Next time, I vote for York !
ReplyDeleteYork might have been more restful. Good luck with dinner. You won't be offended if I ever tell you to stick a sock in it, right?
ReplyDeleteHave you come out yet?
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't.
YeS! A sock for sure...maybe a bag too!! Ha!
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
Oh my gosh! It never fails, does it?? I was supposed to be having a relatively free weekend as well...it ended up with joining Jason, Lori and the kids swimming and tomorrow we're driving down to take Rebekah to lunch (4 hours round trip). Then, because I'm feeling guilty, next weekend, which is supposed to be completely free for Mark as well, will probably involve a trip to see my parents (also 4 hours round trip), instead of a delightful weekend here; and you know, because life is what it is, that's our last "free" weekend for weeks and weeks. How does this happen???
ReplyDeleteHope you enjoyed anyway.
oh yes. i know this.
ReplyDeleteOh good grief. Why does that always happen? A weekend doing nothing would be perfection. Then again, when you have kids at home you really are NEVER doing nothing, right?
ReplyDeleteYORK. Ahhhhh. I love York. Good memories. A trip to York sounds devine.
Now my mouth is watering for overnight french toast. I LOVE that. :)
So did you kill him?
ReplyDeleteThat's so funny!! My dad used to say that the only time my mom opened her mouth was to change feet! Maybe she should have used socks, too!
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