I love the weekends. I look forward to Friday, Saturday, and Sunday all week long. I love being able to sleep in and just have a couple days to relax and do whatever. I love being outside during the middle of the day and not cooped up at work.
Work has been super busy lately and I've been having to put in LONG LONG days... just ask Nick. It's hard because I feel like I don't have time for anything other than coming home at night, eating dinner (which Nick usually makes, what a great husband), taking Franklin for a late night walk, and then falling into bed because I'm exhausted.
You can imagine how much I crave the weekends. But ever since we bought a home the weekends haven't been exactly nice to me. Saturdays have been spent doing yard work, cleaning toilets, vaccuming carpets, running errands, helping with yard sales, etc... and Sundays we have to wake up at the crack of dawn to make it to 9am church (okay maybe not the crack of dawn, but it sure does feel like it sometimes).
Lets just say.... I'm tired. But I'm still thankful for all of those things that are making me tired. I'm thankful for having my crazy job, especially when hundreds of people just got layed off from my company. I'm thankful for owning a home in a good neighborhood. I'm thankful for a little puppy that I love so much. But more than anything, I'm thankful for a supportive husband who is so patient with me.
I love you Nick. Thanks for being you.