It is only Tuesday night and I'm officially out of gas. I'm not sure if it is spring fever, pregnancy, or just a need for a nice long vacation. I was in bed at 5:30, now I am up, ready to return to "the dappies" for the next eight hours (that is, if two pups don't interrupt my sleep.) I'm sure this is all very normal, but I'm beginning to feel a bit lazy, like my house resembles something that should be on Hoarders, and I'm a bad wifey for not making dinner for the last few nights.
Oh, an added bonus: Dave hurt his ankle playing indoor soccer tonight. How much fun would that be, knowing Dave has a busted ankle and I'm responsible for the "work" around the house for the next few weeks. Please, sign me up.
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