Can I just tell you how excited I was for this weekend?
It was the first weekend in over two months that we had absolutely nothing planned. And it was our first weekend at home since having house guests for the last three weeks. This weekend was going to be filled with...well, it was going to be filled with whatever I wanted it to be filled with.
Or so I thought.
Because when Saturday rolled around so did a stomach bug that left me pathetically moaning in bed for a day. Fortunately I was feeling better 24 hours later, although still a little wiped out. Unfortunately, C decided that this would be the perfect night to refuse to be put back to sleep and O decided that this would be a fantastic night to wet the bed (Okay, okay. I realize that I may be projecting a little bit and that they didn't actually decide these things given that one is a baby and the other one has not mastered the art of night time bladder control yet. That's just what it feels like when you're o-so-tired).
In any case, this weekend has not gone exactly how I had planned.
On a more positive note, being house-bound this weekend did give me plenty of opportunity to lounge around in this giant one-piece long underwear that Ben got me for Christmas (otherwise known as "the most unflattering piece of clothing that you can buy for your wife"). Seriously, it is not attractive (hence, the photo of only the top half).