I like the weekends. But I love long weekends even better. It’s Memorial Day on Monday so we’re all up for an extended weekend. I have a date with Elmo (going to Sesame Place with the tyke) and then I’m hoping to get some rest at home to help with the asthma.
Weekends are never really long enough. You always end Sunday wishing it were Sunday again the next morning. I hope to accomplish some tidying up in the house this particular weekend and hopefully prep the attic for the cardboard walling I hope to put up. Then maybe I can start putting things away in my little corner again.
Or I can just sleep and sleep until the asthma is gone. Wishful thinking, I know. I’ve lived with this mild asthma for so long it is no longer a burden. I’ve learned to live with it. That’s why I’m going to Sesame Place tomorrow..