If you're anything like I was before I married a man with children, then there was a time when you used to live for the weekends. You worked hard all week and couldn't wait for 5pm on Friday to roll around in anticipation of all of the fun activites planned for the weekend, or maybe just some rest & relaxation at home.

Unfortunately if you're still like me, then you now find yourself wishing your weekends away every other weekend, longing for your 8am return to work on Monday morning, as you're experiencing anything but "fun" &/or "relaxation" on the weekends that your SKs grace you with their presence.

Did you ever in your wildest dreams think the day would come when you would wish your weekends away? When you would rather be at work on a weekday than spending the weekend in the home that you spend your money, time and energy managing and maintaining? How did this happen?

This weekend was an especially torturous one because plans that would've taken us outside the home were canceled due to bad weather, so instead I got the pleasure of having a front row seat to witness the dog & pony show that marks the interactions between princess mini-wife SD12 & her loyal subject & BFF H.

Ugh, thank God that just when I was beginning to feel physically ill with nausea, this wonderful weekend visit has finally come to an end.

Until 2 weeks from now...