I've had a busy week...and after the pool party ended last night, I gave home with fire ant bites on my feet and hands, showered, left my hair wet, and crawled into bed...never to be heard from again.
N was the only kid home, and he had bruised feet from running around on the rocks for 5 hours, so he decided not to move all day either. In fact, when I woke up at 8:40, and then again at 10:00, I was sure he'd already gotten up to eat breakfast and was just playing xbox or watching tv. Man, I was wrong. It was approximately 11:36 when I heard him start moving.
He hobbled into my room to complain about his feet, saw me in bed surrounded by my laptop and the remote control, said, "Good idea" and disappeared again. It was definitely one of those, "We're staying in bed all day because we're completely exhausted" kinds of days.
We both read, we both ate junk food, and watched a ton of tv, and deemed it good for our souls. He opted out of going to his dad's because he was walking around on his heels, and I opted out of helping my mom clean out her garage for the very same reason.
We're quite a pair, my N and me...
Because, really? After all of the stuff I've been trying to finish up this week, I think I need a day (or 6) to just do nothing.
Nothing is really great.
Sometimes.
Aubs
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