Back To Work

Why, oh why must my weekend be over??? I hate going back to work; actually I hate working period. Unless maybe I could work from home. Still, I think it would suck. The 4th was great. Jordan loved the fireworks until he fell asleep. Nothing would wake him up, not even the grand finale. Luckily my boss had to go take some kind of a test today, so I get to sit around and play on the internet, cause my brain is fried.

I just want to sleep, but when I get home, I have all this stuff to do to get ready for the reception. And of course, I know next to nothing about hiring DJs or renting tents or ordering cakes or any of that stuff. It seems to me like a wedding reception is one of those things that should be planned by someone else. I just want to be consulted about my opinion when there are things like color or flavor choices to be made. Is that too much to ask?

If this was pre-baby days, I would at least be looking forward to buying a dress. Of course now, I've got this tire around my tummy and I need some major chest support, so even clothes shopping has lost its appeal. I keep trying to remember to do crunches but only actually do them about 3 times a week, and I can only do about 20 at a time. Hmmmm....do I have anything else to complain about? I'm sure I do, but I can't think of it right now. Guess I'll go surf the internet.