I survived the week.
I don't think I have a tear left to cry.
Thus I declare, "let the weekend of therapy now begin!"
Starting with stove top hot chocolate, fresh whipped cream and Christmas sprinkles, of course. Accompanied by Bing Crosby's "White Christmas."
There shall be no bedtimes, no rules (well maybe a few), no chores, no check lists/ no to-dos, no cleaning (okay, I will run the dishwasher and pick up the living room). We will snuggle the pups with all our might and I hope to venture out nowhere, absolutely nowhere!
(Apparently I've never seen "White Christmas" before. I adore older movies like this one. I thought I'd seen it. Shame on me. I've watched probably a third of it now (while the kiddo was sleeping/ had to take an intermission to make dinner) and I'm in love, absolutely in love. This particular clip caused me to laugh more than I have in a very long time.)