I didn’t have any plans this weekend; that I had to do. I planned on taking it easy and I did just that.
I slept in til 11 on Saturday; I don’t even know the last time I slept in that late. I was kind of shocked. I got up and made some french toast, and started some laundry and I felt incredibly tired so I thought I’d crawl in bed and read, wrong, I fell back asleep til about 3:30. Holy crap. I only went to the couch to watch some DVR and got some more laundry done.
I took a shower and went up to Walford for the Cody Hicks show. I was in bed by about 1:15 and again, slept til 11:15… same thing, I got up and decided screw it back to sleep from 12 til about 4. I swear… I didn’t even plan on it. I’m guessing my body was I need of sleep. I got up and made some spaghetti and have the last of the laundry in the dryer. I feel like I need to do something productive this weekend, but I don’t think I’ve done anything productive at all.
I feel like the weekend has been a waste, but at the same time; my body told me I needed to sleep / rest so I did just that. I’m already yawning (still yawning?) and maybe I’ll have an early night.
I can hope! I have some office/Scentsy work to do, so nose to the grindstone for a bit.