I Hate Mondays.

I'm starting to realize there are a lot of trends in the blogging world.  One being that most Fridays bloggers start off their posts with something like, "Happy Friday!" or "So glad it's finally the weekend!"  And then on Mondays everyone says, "Yuck! Monday already..."  Well today I am going to echo that sentiment.  I really HATE mondays.  And I hate them so much that they kind of ruin the last few hours of my Sunday as well.  

My last couple semesters of college were glorious because I didn't have class until 11am on Mondays.  I didn't realize just how good I had it until I started working full time.  And today was double yuck because I had to be at work at 7:30.  Luckily I live 5 minutes from my work so I didn't have to leave until 7:25.  And don't worry...I fully intended on getting up at 6:00 so I could take time to shower and get ready and look cute.  Did that happen? Of course not.  I snoozed until 6:40 and then made a mad rush to get ready on time.   

Well enough of my complaining...so how was your weekend?  Mine was nice and relaxing.  I'm turning into such a homebody.  Sure going out is nice...but staying home in my pajamas with a big bowl of popcorn and a rootbeer and cuddling up with my sweetie for a movie is even better.  Plus it's free!  

Friday night was spent on the couch while Erik watched sports and I played on my computer.  

Saturday consisted of laundry and painting frames for our wedding reception and with the above mentioned popcorn, root beer, and pj's while watching Man in the Iron Mask.  

Sunday we headed down to Provo for baby Reese's blessing.  And I basically felt like the worst person ever when I was running way late and we walked into the chapel right after the blessing finished.  I think that was the universes way of telling me I need to try harder to be on time for things.  Luckily, we got to enjoy a delicious lunch at Molly's sister's house after the blessing.  It was a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon.  

Then I got to accompany Erik to a missionary fireside.  He's one of the stake mission prep teachers and helps with monthly firesides for the prospective missionaries.  This is the second one I've gone to and it's so neat to hear all the talks and reminisce about the mission for the evening.  And then the night ended with us watching Titanic on TVLand.  Is it just me or is it impossible to watch that movie without bawling.

I'll never let go Jack...I'll never let go.