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.