I remember when the weekends used to mean something. In school, whoa! Couldn't wait for the weekends! Then I started working retail which meant working weekends, after this a job which gave me Sunday/Monday off which was weird to get used to. Then a stay-at-home-mom which, in effect, has no days off including weekends. So now the days just seem to run together one after the other.
Don't take this as a depressing post, it's not because I don't mean days run into each other in a monotonous way, simply that one day doesn't hold any more importance than another in the week's order. Anyone else find this?
Odd how life changes. I think though, that it is the unexpected changes which keeps it from being monotonous (I just like that word today...the way it rolls off the tongue and has so many o's like hippopotomus LOL--okay, very little sleep last night can you tell)
So, to end the ramblings, I have some awesome news coming up soon--Hint: I'm pretty sure it's not what you are thinking and no, I'm not pregnant. As soon as I can reveal, I will, I promise.
Also, I've been filling The Diva Bookshelf so pop on over and browse the shelves!
Saturday, January 27, 2007
And these are the days of our lives...er...weeks