Weekend

It's Sunday night, and it's drizzly and yucky outside here. That's November weather in St. Louis -- 70 degrees and sunny one day and cold and wet the next. Bleh. While I'm not all too thrilled with the quickness of the weekend, or for November, for that matter, I must remember the things I AM thrilled about. This weekend in particular I feel blessed...

Helped a friend with her baby registry at Babies 'R Us. Feeling SO THANKFUL that I never have to enter that store as a first-time parent EVER. AGAIN. I hate that place.

Had coffee with a friend and discussed that maybe we're getting old because we now like getting up early like old people do? Reading the newspaper, watching the news on TV -- that's what we like. And so do old people. Thankful for open-minded friends, hot tasty oatmeal, and Companion bread.

Had cousins over for dinner. Thankful for a husband who rocks at making spaghetti and meatballs, but even moreso thankful for that same husband who let me get TWO TWO-HOUR naps this weekend. Priceless. Thankful for the cousins who are more like friends who brought over a tasty Federhofer's cake to share. YUM.

Thankful for a little me-time but thankful to get back in the swing of things and play with the little girl who currently refuses most foods and only nurses and eats American process cheese. And cake. Or brownies.

Thankful for the world's sweetest dog who doesn't like to listen to me when she's fleeing the front yard and I'm yelling, white trash-style PAYTON, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE. But she loves to snuggle, and she sure is soft.

Thankful for Eric's family who have always treated me like their own. They know I'm quirky and sometimes obsessively crazy, but they love me just the same. Or at  least they do a really good job of acting like they do, and hey, I'll take what I can get.

All in all, the weekend was dandy. Unfortunately, weekends, like all good things, must come to an end. And while Mondays aren't my favorite of days, they're inevitable, and a Monday as tomorrow is better than no tomorrow at all, right? That's what I'm telling myself.