I wish I could view the weekend as a time to relax and “chill,” as Geo would put it. I wish I could embrace it as a time to do things for myself, as my lovely husband recommended earlier today; in fact, to be specific, he said I should go get my nails done and act like a “normal” person. I scoffed and rolled my eyes while already hours into my project for the day: painting the trim in our stairwell/hallways.

But now, as I’m laying in bed and George is in downstairs playing video games, I’m contemplating whether or not I should work on some thank you notes and/or dig into filling out holiday cards. Yes, holiday cards… and it’s got me thinking – am I crazy? It’s 9:30 at night. I’ve baked muffins, cleaned outdoor furniture, helped Geo put that furniture away, made us lunch, worked on laundry, spent hours prepping and then painting trim (which always sucks), dabbled in sorting things out in the nursery, emptied the dishwasher, and if I thought about it I’m sure I could think of more. Yet, I’m in bed considering doing even more. And it’s Saturday.

Tomorrow I will take Geo’s advice and do my best to act like a “normal” person, but tonight I’ll work on those cards and maybe ever work on this week’s to-do list… I am who I am!! 🙂

What do your weekend’s look like? “Crazy” or “Normal”?