I heart weekends;

It was a busy weekend. Again. I can tell that it's nearing summertime. The weekends are always busy in the summertime.

My good friend Heidi B. once told me that she hated the weekend. "The weekend messes with my schedule," she argued. She said something about no set lunch time or naptime and how it drove her absolutely crazy. I spend the weekend waiting for Monday," she added.

I couldn't disagree more. I mean, I love a schedule. Ohhh, how I love a schedule. Ya'll know that I love a schedule.

But, I also love the weekend. It's an excuse to ignore the clock and just be. To make an emergency candybar run to the gas station just because the kids ask. An excuse to spend the evening at the Performing Arts Center watching a play production of Alice in Wonderland and Mulan. An excuse to pretend you don't have a to-do list big enough to fill the next three weeks and to instead eat suckers to your little heart's content.

If it wasn't for the weekend, how else would we play a life-size game of Candyland. And scale the wall of a bouncy house. And take pictures with a balloon blowing clown.

The weekends an excuse to celebrate a third birthday with your friends, the twins. To fill a bouncy house with balloons and then pop them any way you can. To take a few swings at a piñata and then eat armfuls of candy. And then, like you haven't had enough junk food, devour a big ole' slice of perfectly decorated dragon cake.

If it wasn't for the weekend we wouldn't have Sunday afternoon naps {which Spencer and I take in shifts} or Saturday morning waffles with Strawberries and cream.

And as much as I love scheduled naptimes and set lunchtimes...I love Sunday naps and Saturday waffles even more.

So, I'm so glad there's a weekend. Aren't you?