We were going to do something on Friday night, but I ended up working late, so we ditched that for an early night in and going to bed.
We were going to go to a birthday party for a friend on Saturday night, but then the snow started and the party got postponed so everyone would be safer at home than on the road.
We had no plans to go out on Sunday, because that was going to be our day to stay inside and do nothing at all. So we did. Nothing at all.
It was beautiful.
I'm no expert on the matter, but I think this is pretty much what it's like when you have kids all the time. Just whole weekends of just doing whatever you want because you don't want to go outside. So you just kick back and read and catch up on some tv that you've missed. A great ol' weekend.
I'm not even going to think about the missed opportunities to get some real writing done, or maybe work on one of the projects I've got ongoing, or even the work that I brought home with me from the office. Nope, not going to think about that at all.
In other news, yesterday was also my mom's birthday, so super shout out to you Mom! I know you're reading this because you're my number one fan (though you kind of have to be given the nature of our relationship). It's true you know. I bet if I was an outlaw, she'd still tell people that I'm special. "That Weh-Ming, he might rob banks, but he's so polite when he does it. I'm sure people don't mind. And did you see him on the CBC?"
Happy birthday Mom! (And per our earlier conversation, and to the best that I've been able to find, it was mainly cloudy with snow and showers.)
And there you have it. I spent the weekend not doing anything, and feeling guilty about it after. It's kind of like I'm squandering my potential.
On the other hand, I could have been robbing banks.
We were going to go to a birthday party for a friend on Saturday night, but then the snow started and the party got postponed so everyone would be safer at home than on the road.
We had no plans to go out on Sunday, because that was going to be our day to stay inside and do nothing at all. So we did. Nothing at all.
It was beautiful.
I'm no expert on the matter, but I think this is pretty much what it's like when you have kids all the time. Just whole weekends of just doing whatever you want because you don't want to go outside. So you just kick back and read and catch up on some tv that you've missed. A great ol' weekend.
I'm not even going to think about the missed opportunities to get some real writing done, or maybe work on one of the projects I've got ongoing, or even the work that I brought home with me from the office. Nope, not going to think about that at all.
In other news, yesterday was also my mom's birthday, so super shout out to you Mom! I know you're reading this because you're my number one fan (though you kind of have to be given the nature of our relationship). It's true you know. I bet if I was an outlaw, she'd still tell people that I'm special. "That Weh-Ming, he might rob banks, but he's so polite when he does it. I'm sure people don't mind. And did you see him on the CBC?"
Happy birthday Mom! (And per our earlier conversation, and to the best that I've been able to find, it was mainly cloudy with snow and showers.)
And there you have it. I spent the weekend not doing anything, and feeling guilty about it after. It's kind of like I'm squandering my potential.
On the other hand, I could have been robbing banks.
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