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the weekend playlist...and a little whining.

My weekend has been less than stellar.
Currently I am not a fan of my sinuses, snot in general, Sundays without naps, the fact that we don’t have any Kleenex in the house, the mess that is my living room, 2 year old temper tantrums, how cold it is outside and the fact that WalMart has less that ¼ of it’s lanes open at any given time.

But since I just don’t want to whine – a few things that I do like about my weekend: the 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep I got last night thanks to some Nyquil and a really nice husband, the dance party I had with my kids instead of cleaning my bathroom, the soup I made for dinner last night……….and all these songs.



and this girl isn't on grooveshark...but i love her too.

Comments

Hyacynth said…
First. How did I never know about mumford and sons? Eternally, thank you.
Also, I hope your snot lessens. Greatly. :)
Beth (and Eric) said…
You know what? Maybe there are more important things in life than a clean house. Your kids will never remember a clean living room, but they will remember that dance party. Priorities! ;)

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