This morning I'm catching up on my housekeeping chores so I can leave without that hanging over my head and come home to a clean house on Sunday. I absolutely hate coming home to a mess.
Someone at work commented that my birthday seems to be at least a week every year. It started officially last Saturday with dinner at my mom and dad's to celebrate not only my birthday but my dad's. My actual birthday was yesterday but a few friends at work were off site so they surprised me on Wednesday with a great card and 2 bottles of wine from a local winery. Yesterday I fell off the clean-eating bandwagon temporarily and had pizza from our local favorite, DeLuca's. We were going to go out but I worked a little late and was a little tired so the Mr. improvised. He also picked up a cake from a local bakery. And yes, I ate way too much of both! You gotta live a little on your birthday. Of course, this morning, my gut is reminding me to climb back on that bandwagon. Ugh!
Last night, I'm happy to say, I slept about 10 hours straight. This is after only 3 hours of sleep on Tuesday and Benadryl induced 6 hours on Wednesday. So I'm well-rested despite my pizza and cake hang-over. Lots of water and back to good eating will fix that right up and the sunshine and crisp Michigan Spring air won't hurt either.
Off I go to do my chores and enjoy my three day birthday gift from Dean.
Grace to you!