Since Saturday is pretty much my only day off of work, you'd think it would be a lazy day. Sleep in, lounge around, read a book, watch a few movies with Kennedy, play with barbies, veg out, relax, etc. And then of course I could win the lottery, go to the spa, get a massage, then go live in a house on some tropical island where cute island boys fan me, shade me, and fetch me drinks at the snap of a finger.
I could wake up to the sound of "MOM!! IT'S LIGHT OUTSIDE!! WAKE UP!!" Then drag my legs up the stairs, groggily scramble up some eggs and nuke some oatmeal for Kennedy, look at the pile of dishes in the sink and then be reminded of the massive mounds of dirty laundry downstairs, the piles of dust on the shelves, a kitchen floor crying to be mopped, carpet yearning to be vacuumed and toilet desperately needing to be scrubbed.
So I put on some Spongebob and I plop down in front of the computer because my blog was seriously calling for me to update it.