- Go to Costco on a Sunday. I know better, I really do, but…what was I thinking? Insane with a huge helping of OMGREALLY?
- Play two church services the morning of the Spring Forward! side of Daylight Savings. At the tail end of a cold. The day after a St. Patrick’s Day party, where we toasted the party with ohmyGodfreakinghuge shots of Irish Cream. And I happily partook of the fermented grape juice because we walked there. When it’s gloomy and cloudy. Hell’s bells, I want a nap.
- Blind myself with the early morning sun (truly, it was BRIGHT this morning, then quickly went south) as I’m turning out of my subdivision. And realize I had to getthehelloverQUICKLY, for there was a runner on the shoulder, much too close for my comfort and blinking the sun blindness out of my eyes as I drove wasn’t an option. Yeah, no ordinary runner, that. Just the current Olympic gold-medalist in women’s marathon. Woke me right up.
- Agree to both boys attending a birthday part together, where they’ll jump like maniacs in a warehouse of trampolines, then get fed pizza and cake and ice cream and then come home and crash from exhaustion and Spring Forward! and sugar crash. No…wait…scratch that. As God as my witness, they can do that every weekend!
There are certain places I absolutely refuse to go on the weekends, unless it’s early Sunday morning!
Spring Forward Sunday is one of my least fave days of the year and I didn’t even party last night!
Let me guess – Pump it Up? LOVE evening parties at that place. My boys did that last weekend!
Me, too! Me, too! Can you say Chuck E Cheese on a Sunday afternoon and not just any Sunday afternoon but the one where I “lost” an hour of sleep?? Yeah, I think I can join you on the what the bleepity-bleep were we thinking list.
Yeah…I was stupid and went to a huge mega store yesterday myself. Then I spent 5 minutes walking along the registers trying to figure out which one I might be able to check-out from in 30 minutes.