Today is the first Saturday I can recall in months that we have no plans for the day. No soccer games or no birthday parties to rush to. The hubby is not working. There is nothing ON OUR AGENDA. It’s a rainy, cool sort of day where you want to stay inside and veg out and I remembered that we have coupons from a certain local movie rental establishment. There’s one coupon for a free kids’ movie rental but it dawned on me that we may owe a late fee for a certain horrific low budget Hello Kitty DVD that we kept forgetting to return and shuffled back and forth in our car like a late library book or a forgotten sippy cup of milk wedged under the driver’s seat. So maybe we’ll just suck it up and go to the national chain rental place and avoid the late fees. We’re renegades like that. Also, it’s quite possible that this is the video rental place’s bait to sniff out the rental fee delinquents. They’re clever like that. Or maybe I’m just paranoid.
I’m trying to resist the urge to just have the idiot box on all day. It’s not even 8 a.m. here and I’m about to break out puzzles for the girls to work on. Play Doh will probably be next on our roster. We may get really crazy and pop popcorn.
Any way, before I lull you to sleep with this, the most boring of posts, back to Saturdays with no plans. How rare is that? One of my co-workers was telling me on Monday how she and her husband basically slept all of last weekend. They’re trying to get pregnant and there was a part of me that wanted to grab her shoulders, look her squarely in the eye, and yell “SLEEP NOW WOMAN WHILE YOU CAN!”