The weekend went by way too fast, which is not a very original statement but altogether entirely true and I am sure you feel this way too. I notice that even if I have a particularly busy week, I have issues relaxing during the weekend. When I should, I really should. But it’s like the insanity bleeds into the weekend and it just keeps going, grinding, turning and never stopping.

And I can’t say the weekend aren’t enjoyable; I just never feel like I’m rested. And perhaps this is just life with a toddler and I need to resign myself to the fact that there won’t be any rest, not for a good long while.

This is Elliot when we got to TCBY. I walked about 2.5 miles, hitting TCBY on the way home. It was well worth it but hot out there, for sure.

And here is is on an ATV because, you know, it’s never too early to turn them into rednecks start them on safety lessons for large recreational vehicles.

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I realized last night that I absolutely needed some actual rest; a moment to myself to recuperate. So around nine, I got into bed and finished Breaking Dawn. I like to have the perfect setting/moment when I finish a book because I get sad. Usually if it’s been a particularly good read, I am depressed that it’s over. So creating my own wonderful conclusion helps to ease the despair. Luckily, this book was a happily ever after type – which I so rarely find myself reading – so around 9:20 PM last night, I was in absolute heaven.

I had grand plans to talk about my sordid Super-Lube affair and also, review the Twilight series, in its defense actually, which may lose me some reader points but hey, you like what ya like. But I have to organize some activities for my class so they won’t stare at me with those creepy seventeen year old glassy eyes. ::SHUDDER:: They’re like little aliens sometimes, those beasts.

Until the muse visits me again… Scriptor out.