Monday morning. The first question out of everyone's mouths as you make small talk at work is almost always "How was your weekend?"
My response is typically a default, "It was good!" But then they ask, "What did you do?"
And I pause. And think. And oftentimes have no idea. I usually have a pretty good idea of Sunday night because it was only 12ish hours prior. Sunday morning is church so that's a default. But Saturday or even Friday night? Clueless.
I've been thinking hard about this weekend since I was asked about it about an hour ago. Friday night Ryan had a guy's night so I was home alone doing womanly things like laundry, dishes and crafting. Saturday though... I still don't remember. I'm pretty sure it was just MORE laundry, dishes, and a walk for the pup. Yep, I'm pretty sure that's all. No wonder I can't remember most of my weekends.
In more exciting news, 13 more days of work. And Ryan only has about 1 week of "real" class left. Then it's just electives which have no quizzes or real work to do (I believe). Smooth sailing, here we come.
My response is typically a default, "It was good!" But then they ask, "What did you do?"
And I pause. And think. And oftentimes have no idea. I usually have a pretty good idea of Sunday night because it was only 12ish hours prior. Sunday morning is church so that's a default. But Saturday or even Friday night? Clueless.
I've been thinking hard about this weekend since I was asked about it about an hour ago. Friday night Ryan had a guy's night so I was home alone doing womanly things like laundry, dishes and crafting. Saturday though... I still don't remember. I'm pretty sure it was just MORE laundry, dishes, and a walk for the pup. Yep, I'm pretty sure that's all. No wonder I can't remember most of my weekends.
In more exciting news, 13 more days of work. And Ryan only has about 1 week of "real" class left. Then it's just electives which have no quizzes or real work to do (I believe). Smooth sailing, here we come.















