This last weekend was the first weekend, in a while, that was actually fun, full of activities and was generally busy. Friday, Mike and I had a dinner date night. We are making more of a conscience effort to get out together more - even if it's just for dinner. So after work we headed up to Bonefish and had a couple appetizers, their famous bang bang shrimp and their decadent calamari. I was so full from all their bread and pesto and apps that I could barely finish my soup. After dinner, my sister in law asked if I was available to get out for a little for the heck of it. After we picked up Vincent from my aunts and dropped him off at home with Mike, we headed to Bar Louie for girl talk and more food lol. We tried to catch a late movie, but they ended up cancelling the flick we were planning on seeing.
Saturday morning, Mike and I were on a mission to get our cars in shape. It was a beautiful day out and while we cleaned, Vincent played in the back. It felt so good to take everything out of the car, wipe down the inside, disinfect, vacuum and get a car wash. My car seriously looks brand new - it hadnt been that clean since I first got it 5 years ago! I tend to get in the habit of living out of my car because we are always so busy! I ran some errands at Target, did some laundry, and we cooked dinner. It was such a productive day and it felt great to knock off that item on my to-do list.
Sunday we went and saw Rio 2 with Vincent. He did OK, but probably could afford to wait a little longer before we try again. After the movie, we met up with my mom and dad for brunch at Leo's. After brunch we headed back to their house and hung out. Vincent decided to forgo his one and only nap - ugh! We went for some froyo and sat outside. It was glorious. After froyo, we headed over to Mike's parents and hung out there, sat outside on their glorious porch, let Vincent run around and ended up staying for dinner.
By the time we got home, Vincent was SO over it. He was overtired, cranky, dirty from playing in the mud, hated having to take a bath even though we have to usually pry him out of the bath, kicked, screamed and overall lost his ever loving mind. He was in bed by 745.
I had all the best intentions to do some more laundry and be productive since we were not in the house at all - but I was pooped. So I was in bed by 830 and out by 835.
I have a busy week ahead of me with a ton of housework, I have a company coming in to get our air ducts cleaned and I need to get some bills paid. I cant find my planner so that is quite obnoxious - but alas, need to get my ass organized.
Hope you all have a great week!
