I have this thing I do where I convince myself and innocent others (FC) that I'm not going to overbook our weekend. I do this "thing" every. single. weekend. Needless to say, I rarely, if ever, succeed. It always starts with the same good intention...alright babe, next weekend, we're gonna have soooo much time to relax! Then, innocently enough, I add a movie to plan, thinking "it's just a movie, and besides that is relaxing, right?" And then I think, well we have to go to church. Then, inevitably, my mom calls and wants us to come over because she's making meatballs (mmm, meatballs) but more accurately because she needs FC to fix something or build something or drill something. So by Thursday, the planner is packed full of things we need to do over the weekend, and once again I promise that "Next weekend, we seriously are just gonna relax, no seriously." Well now we're in what Christine calls "Birthday Season" meaning there are at least 2 birthdays a week, if not more. So we have parties galore, which will be awesome, but also means that I really need to work harder on my "relaxing weekend" promises. I'm totally gonna do it, just not this weekend.