Apparently I can never be happy. When I'm busy busy busy, all I want is a low-key weekend in which I can sleep in and take naps. However, when I get that low-key weekend where I can sleep in and take naps, I walk away from it grumbling about it being boring. I need to stop my whining!
I'd like to say that my weekend was extremely productive and I got my messy room under control, but that would be a lie. I slept, walked the dog, watched some TV, and saw a flick. That pretty much sums up the entire weekend. Yawn.