i woke up the morning, and forgot what day it was... i realized it was 8:30am and wallace was still in bed with me. i thought he was late for work. gosh.
i even went to bed early last night, or rather early, comparatively. and, i didn't feel like hell when i got up. that was indeed a welcome change.
now, i'm looking around and realizing just how out of it i guess i've been this week... with worrying about savannah. and our house is in disarray.
i've already managed to get the laundry started, and i have to decide what the best plan of action will be in getting things together. i've haven't decided yet where to begin, and that's probably why i'm still sitting here at the computer.
savannah is winding down for her nap. wallace is watching some exceeding crappy saturday tv. and i'm trying to decide whether i should start cleaning in the back of the apartment, working from the bedroom to the kitchen, or vice versa.
aren't our weekends so incredibly exciting?
'sted was complaining last weekend about feeling so old. it must be my turn, this weekend. heh.