I’ve just encountered the most boring weekend ever. With my husband and son out of town, it was Paige and I. Sure, a girls weekend…sounds like fun, right?
Well, about that.
Highly overrated. Especially Labor Day weekend in this one horse town. There’s nothing to do around here. I know I’m complaining, and I’ve racked my brain. We went to the mall, that took all of 15 minutes (yes we walked through the entire thing).
I feel like I’ve cleaned the house all day long, yet it doesn’t show one bit. Laundry baskets are empty, but once my boys come home tomorrow, they’ll be full again.
I miss the noise, the constant in and out of people. Tuesday, it will be better.