I Love My Weekends

This morning I did one of my favorite things. I sunk into the couch and covered up with my favorite tattered quilt. I closed my eyes and propped my feet up. You know that wonderful feeling you get when you rest your feet after they've been really sore? I felt the cool breeze of the fan hit my face and blow at the wisps of my hair. I smiled and let out a deep breath and sunk deeper into the couch. As I lay with my eyes closed, I hear the pitter-patter of little feet desperately trying to sneak up on me as quite as a mouse. You see, J loves to try to sneak up and scare me (or anyone for that matter). Just as he was about to let out his wonderfully high-pitched scream, I jump up and shout "Boo" and watch him scream and yell and laugh hysterically as he takes off running. And while I was only able to rest for about two minutes, seeing and hearing the end result completely refreshed me.

I love my weekends!