Some weekends it’s all about the hustle.
Laundry wash, dried, folded and stacked…
Floors sparkly enough to eat off of (hypothetically…)…
Refrigerator stocked with more fresh and healthy meal options than should be humanly possible…
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut this was not that weekend. No, this was more of a “if I wear my pajamas long enough they technically count as tomorrow’s pajamas right?” kind of weekend…
A “Mornings are the worst… Let’s just sleep until noon and skip that part” sort of weekend…
A “Since I missed the morning I should have breakfast for dinner” kind of weekend.
