This weekend was rather uneventful. The kids and I did go to Cheeseburger in Paradise for lunch on Saturday, then hit the Super Target.
Sunday we went out to breakfast, then the kids and I headed to Grandma and Grandpa's. I ditched the kids for awhile and hit Target yet again...this time buying new DVD players for the car. Let's just say the ride home was very peaceful and fantastic.
We then went to the library for books and movies. I managed to read the first 55 pages of a new-to-me Jennifer Crusie (LOVE her!) book while the kids played nicely with quiet voices. It was wonderful.
When we returned home my husband had been playing Mr. Fix-It. He rewired the garage so the new garage door opener wasn't plugged in via extension cord. He fixed the door to a closet. He replaced 2 light switches in the house that weren't working properly. He cleaned up two cat puke stains with John Deere spot remover. Seriously. It worked great and the house smelled cleaner than it has in a long time. He even took everything out of our "broom closet" and replaced everything in a neat and orderly fashion. To be honest, I wasn't sure I had come into the right house. But then he grabbed my butt and stuck his cold hands up my shirt to reassure me that yes, I was in the right house.
This morning I dropped the kids off at daycare at 6:45. I was at Wal-Mart with a large cup of coffee my 7:00. An hour and $220 later, I was heading home. However, I did learn a valuable lesson.
When it's 7:00 a.m. on a Monday morning and the temperature is 1 degree (yes, you heard me...1 degree) you will be the only person at Wal-Mart besides those blue-shirted employees. And it's so quiet you can almost forget where you are. Almost.