Yep, that’s pretty much what I’ve looked like since Friday. I can’t recall having a lazier weekend, ever, at least not since having children. Before kids, most weekends were that leisurely. It was kind of fun getting reacquainted with rest. Lovely thing, that.
Anyhow, I need to start warming back up to life. I have a New Year’s Eve party and a New Year’s Day dinner to shop and start cooking for, a house that is in sore need of cleaning again, and piles of laundry in each bedroom. Mama’s work is never done.
In this life I’m a woman. In my next life, I’d like to come back as a bear.
When you’re a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you’re supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that, too.
When you’re a female bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you’re sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you’re a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.
If you’re a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat. Yup…gonna be a bear.
LOL!!!! I love it!!!!! I wanna be a bear!!! Well, my husband probably already thinks that I am one…but I would never admit to that! Take care my friend! Happy New Year!