To me, the only reason for a weekend is to relax together as a family, and so when I have to spend the entire weekend busy, I get rather ticked off.

I am sitting on the couch, looking toward my kitchen sinks and know that I should be up and cleaning my kitchen, and sweeping the floors, and vacuuming the rugs and, and and AND.

Saturday was our shopping day, and that went really well, we got all the groceries put away and had decided to make spaghetti for supper, except just as my water came to a boil, the power went out. No biggie, I thought, it will be on soon enough. Hubs even called the Power company and they had an automated messages saying that power was out to the big city next to us, which guarantees they will be working double time to get the 200k plus people in the city back on the power grid.

But no. 13 hours it took them to respre power. 13 HOURS. It sucked. A lot. Then Sunday came and we spent it at my inlaws visiting one of hubs sisters who was in from out of town. Fun, sure, but not what i like to spend my weekend doing!