This was a looooooong weekend.
Pookah had an unexpected playdate on Saturday. There was water, sun, and fun.
Let’s just say I was exhausted afterwards. Pookah passed out in the car later on on the way to Father’ s Day dinner a day early, but I didn’t get to pass out until much much later.
Father’s Day was quiet. Pookah showed up in our bedroom around 630 wished his Daddy Happy Father’s Day and promptly went back to sleep.
IN MY BED.
Unable to continue sleeping with a foot in my back, I got up and left them sleeping. Does this happen to anyone else?
I called my Daddy, wished him a Happy Father’s Day and actually got a hello out of him.
CDub lazed around all day as he should on Father’s Day, and I cooked dinner and then badgered the two of them for a photo on the porch. I swear. Why is it so hard??????
I mean look at them!!!!!
I can’t understand for the life of me why wouldn’t he want to take a photo with his mini me?? I honestly just think it’s to annoy me. SMH.
But I got my photos and that’s all that matters.
I ended the weekend anticipating the last scene in Game of Thrones( I’ve read the books so I knew what was coming) and editing photos.
And now it’s Monday.
WHy does the weekend go so fast?
How was your weekend? Did you do something special for Father’s day? Share!!!