I look forward to having kids, I really do. However, after weekends like these I feel like I won’t mind putting it off just a while longer. This weekend my days went like this:
Stayed out and had a few drinks with coworkers. Lots of laughing and talking. Good times.
2am finally collapse into bed
10am wake up, grab a bowl of cereal and hop back into bed while I poke around the internet on Twitter and such.
11am catch up on a few tv shows I missed over the week. Fight with CW.com’s online player. Stupid CW.
1pm feeling sleepy. Decide to lie down for a bit and take a nap before work.
3pm wake up feeling drugged. Must. shower. before. work.
3:30pm leave for work
11pm off work. Back to fooling around on the internet. In bed by 12am(ish).
10am wake up, starving. Joel is not up yet so I move around a lot and “accidentally” bump into him.
10:30am release Phoebe on him. “oops”
11am make pancakes with apple butter. So freaking delicious.
12pm big breakfast made me sleepy. Decide to lie down for a nap. Enjoy some heavenly cuddles with Joel and the puppy.
2pm up for work. Thankfully don’t feel so drugged this time.
3:30pm leave for work.
10pm done with work. Joel and I run to Blockbuster to exchange our movie mailers for free in store rentals.
11pm munch on a caramel apple and watch two really lame movies. Still fun to cuddle on the couch though. In bed by around 2:30am.
7am kiss Joel goodbye. He has to work. Lame.
12pm Joel gets home from work. This wakes me up. Nice.
1pm catch up with my mom and some others on the phone. Shower, get dressed and decide to go to a movie.
3:20pm Watch Devil. Not too bad but the clueless girls in the theater? Hilarious. Hearing them gasp as they got it ages after the movie made things obvious made Joel and I laugh hysterically.
6pm dinner. Possibly another movie but most likely we’ll just head to bed soon since I have to wake up at 3am for work.
I know that having kids has it’s rewards but the thought of giving up lovely lazy weekends like this is not something I’m ready to rush into.