Here's a First--Thank God it's Monday!

It's very much out of the norm for me to be ready for Sunday to come to an end. Sunday's are usually the best day of the weekend for me because I relax most of the day. Unfortunately, this relaxtion routine entailed slacking up in regular church attendance, but I'm working on rectifying that, especially after the hard-hitting sermon my pastor delivered about the importance of regular church attendance.

Anyway, my weekend got off to a great start! I was hangin' with my honey on Friday--dinner at Southern Fires, a social drink & some dancing at Mitch's, a neighborhood bar, and then on to Motor City Casino. Needless to say, it was a full and fun night. Saturday was cool too. With my kids spending the night at my mom's, I got a chance to sleep in until 9AM (hey, mom's get excited about stuff like that :)) The weather was simply too beautiful NOT to do the leaves outside, so that's what the kids and I spent the afternoon doing. I didn't even care that all my daughter basically did was hold the bag while I did most of the work. I considered it a work out! Saturday night was supposed to be more hanging, but it didn't work out that way, and that was cool. I had absolutely no complaints.

Then Sunday rolls around. I figured my biggest challenge was going to be getting my tail to church (this would make 2 consecutive Sundays). But it wasn't challenging at all. I was up and ready to go. Then my daughter starts hollering my name from the basement while I was getting ready for church--I can't stand when she does that. Eventually I had to go to see what she wanted. The news wasn't good:( The damn dryer wasn't working. The motor was running, but there was no tumble action. I was instantly frustrated because my plan for the afternoon was to assemble my son's new bunkbed, NOT trying to troubleshoot whatever was wrong with the dryer. So when I got home from church, assembling that bed was exactly what I got started doing. To hell with the dryer! I was kind of hoping the problem would somehow resolve itself. Far reaching, I know, but a girl can dream, can't she???

Well, my dream would've been perfect if my daughter would've kept her mouth shut. "What are you gonna do with the dryer ma?" "I've got to dry my clothes, ma." "What am I going to where to school tomorrow, ma?" One question after another question. Sure, her concerns were valid, but GOSH, I couldn't resolve it, even if I tried, in one day WHEN I had another priority! I regret it now, but I lost my cool.

On top of the dryer and mouthy daughter issue, I had to deal with my honey's bad attitude. I really don't get why men agree to do things (help put the bed together), then when it's time, have an attitude about it. I won't stereotype ALL men, but that's how mine was acting and I didn't appreciate it. So, of course, I had to fuss at him too!

Do you understand why, now, I couldn't wait for Sunday to come to an end?