Sunday . . . or is it Saturday?

Another Sunday. Actually, as I write this, it's Saturday evening.

We (the Kiddo and I) are sitting here watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on abc Family. It seems like everytime I turn around this channel is playing a Harry Potter movie. I don't know why we're watching it really, we have them all on DVD. Oh wait, I do know why we're watching it. "Mommy, I want to watch Harry Potter." No problem, I get to watch Alan Rickman. (There is never enough of Snape in these movies.)

Heard some interesting news from my Mother-in-Law and Sister-in-Law today. Stay tuned for that one.

I'm really tired and this post is on the verge of becoming a "Random Sunday Thoughts" so I better stop. We're headed to bed in a few.

Everyone have a wonderful Sunday! Catch ya tomorrow.

Thursday

Thursday already?

I know that most people get excited for the weekend and then dread Monday but I think I’m the opposite. You see my least favorite day is Sunday. It’s not that I don’t enjoy attending church and teaching my Sunday school class, because I really do. The thing that I hate is Sunday morning. I hate getting up early and I hate ironing and I hate trying to wake up my husband five hundred times. I hate thinking that we’re going to be late if we don’t walk out the door right now! I just hate all the prep.

Monday makes me happy. Monday means there is a whole week between me and the next Sunday morning. (Plus Craig Ferguson is on Monday, after missing for the weekend, and I’m a big Craig Ferguson fan. When I can stay awake.)

I just realized that I talked all about Sunday and Monday and today is neither.

We have a ladies get together tonight. The ladies from our church try to get together one Thursday evening a month and hang out and talk and eat. I’m not sure yet what kind of snacks I’ll take with me. I guess I should figure that out!

Anyway, it’s Thursday. Have a great Thursday everyone!

Sunday Again

Well, it’s Sunday morning again. Another early morning nightmare.

On the bright side J doesn’t have to work in the morning. This is good because I don’t have to get up and get the kiddo up so we can take him to work at 6:30. This is a bad thing because it means I have to fight with him to get out of bed and get ready to go! He is one of the hardest people in the world to wake up, I think.

Did a million and one loads of laundry yesterday. Bright side is that everything’s clean. Not so bright, is having to put a million and one loads of laundry away! I don’t mind putting the stuff in the washer and then moving it to the dryer but I really hate the folding and hanging it all up part.

Oh well. I’m off to have, hopefully, a better Sunday morning . . . Where’s my coffee?

Sunday Morning

Ahh, Sunday. Sunday’s in general don’t bother me. It’s a fine day. Slow and quiet. A day of rest, if you will.

However, there’s one certain part of Sunday that I just really really despise. Sunday morning. I hate Sunday morning. I hate getting up early and I hate ironing and I hate getting everything ready for the day and I hate that when I try to wake up the kiddo and the hubby they just want to stay in bed. (Mostly the hubby.)

I suppose I could do some things on Saturday evening and often I do but it’s still the thought of getting everyone up and ready and in the car in time to get to church. With a stop for coffee of course (I must have my iced coffee).

Hubby has to work today so had to get up and take him to work this morning. That means up even earlier. I’m thinking the kiddo and I may go catch a movie after church. Ice Age maybe. Looks like fun and I think he’ll watch it. (Anyone seen it?)

Maybe, we’ll see. It depends on the weather. I’m hoping for another 80-ish degree day. We don’t have air conditioning in our car anymore. The thing is falling apart bit by bit I think.

Anyway, have a nice Sunday! Get some rest!