It used to be that a "good" weekend meant nice meals in restaurants, maybe a fun party or good time at the bars. Perhaps a beautiful day enjoying a bike ride, ski trip, round of golf or sunset boat ride.
Oh, how my standards have changed.
I would call this weekend "good." It was cold and rainy and otherwise blissfully uneventful.
However, for the first time in a long time, this weekend:
1. Nobody vomited.
2. We didn't have to rush anyone to the ER.
3. My number of laundry loads remained in the single-digits.
4. None of us is running a fever.
5. Plus - bonus - I got to nap. Twice! Woo hoo! (I never imagined I'd get so happy over an extra hour or two of sleep...)
1 year ago