My Boys

Like probably everyone else who has MLK day off today, I wish every weekend was a three day weekend!

An extra day in the weekend means I don't have to rush to finish the laundry, do the commissary shopping, and all the other tasks that wait for the weekend. An extra day means I can actually find time for a movie and read a bit of my book in between checking off items on the to do list. It means I can have brunch with friends on Sunday and not worry about the things I haven't gotten to yet. It means having another morning in which I have time to make something for breakfast, instead of just scarfing down cereal.

And for my boys, it means some quality time. And quality time means a nap on the couch. I came home from commissary shopping this afternoon to find them totally knocked out in the living room. I've unloaded the groceries, put them away, mopped our sticky kitchen floor and now posted a blog, and they are still catching Z's.

Love those dudes.