I’ve got a three day weekend…

So what to do with it…besides all that laundry piling up in the basement? Yeah the nesting phase hasn’t set in yet. I’m told sometimes it never does…sorry hubbins. Then again I still have 14-ish weeks to go so anything can happy. Right so I happen to have a three day weekend before me. What to do with the time?

First, let’s be honest I’m going to need underwear so yeah laundry will have to be done. Little known fact I actually don’t mind doing laundry. I just would love it if I opened the dryer and all that shit was folded because that would be amazing. Think about it, throw in wet clothing….wait an hour open and remove folder clothing ready to be put away. Get on that dryer designer people!

I also plan to write. I cranked out a little over a thousand words the other night in my personal memoirs. Yeah I don’t know why I’m writing this. No one is beating a path to my door to hear my life story. It just seemed like a fun side project to work on here and there. At the very least some day my kid(s) will find it and say “this explains so much about mom”. So you’re welcome future children. I might also work on a few of the NaNoWriMo stories I’ve finished. Writing makes me happy and I need to do more of it.

Gifts need to be purchased for birthdays and anniversary’s too. Birthday is one one of my favorite little ladies and I’m super excited to celebrate with her and her family next weekend. The anniversary gifting is for the hubbins. We’ll be married 5 years next week! But this years gifts are boring…wood or silverware? Really people? Lame. I’m thinking he might just get a book…paper comes from trees, trees are made out of wood…BOOM done.

Reading of the books. Yeah I have quite the TBR pile doing and all this time is the perfect excuse to read at least two to three of them. I promised myself I’d read like 30 before the year is out and I should get on that seeing as I apparently won’t have time to wipe my bottom once the wee one gets here. (I’m sure I’ll have time, but not the kind of time I have now)

Must read all the books!
Must read all the books!

The main goal of the weekend will be to NOT just sit around and binge on Netflix. After all that is totally a thing that can happen (and has).

Sunday Blog Dump

What’s this…another post so soon?  Listen baby children (to quote AKH), I am simply working through the pain is all.  I have dreams of cortisone shots in the wrists happening at tomorrow’s appointment.  I KNOW…I hate needles unless we’re talking tattoo needles – which is a whole different animal.  But seriously the amount of pain I am currently in means that I will mark my wrists for said shots.  Yes it is that bad.

Yes, please yes!
Yes, please yes!

Plus, I am currently at home and bored.  Well, I also don’t want to leave my chair as middle kitty seems to have seen something on the wall.  I can only assume it was a spider and that it is now somewhere on the floor.  No thanks, I’m good staying in my chair a little longer if it’s all the same to you guys.  I dislike spiders, but I HATE ticks and wasps.  Which are stories for another time.  For now I will just say I have met the business end of both and it resulted in much unhappiness on my part.

Trust me taking this shit for over a month was NOT my idea of a good time.
Trust me taking this shit for over a month was NOT my idea of a good time.

So here I sit, slowly typing away trying to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my day.  There’s laundry to fold YAY (not).  But I guess I can watch last season of MadMen or season three of Scandal while I do it.  There’s a book I can probably finish too.  I know I live in EXCITING times people.  I did have the option of going up to Saratoga while the hubbins flies in gliders all day.  But going up there would involve spending money I don’t really want to spend.  So yay for saving money.  Boo for staying home to do boring chores.

Not much else is going on at the moment in the life of the hat.  Maybe I’ll do some tea reviews that I owe folks for the other blog…probably another sound choice.  I doubt any of this will be done before the mister gets home.  Ah well, a gal can dream.