I'm an old woman. I'm still functioning, but I'm old. So old, in fact, that the next time you see me wearing my eye glasses (not contacts), know that I'll be wearing bifocals. Yep, bifocals.
Yet...my energy level this weekend has not indicated that this is the case.
Yesterday, after working a full day, going to the eye doctor and grocery store, I went for my walk, made the kids dinner then proceeded to stay up till 11:30 cooking dinners for the next week. We've got Italian sausage rigatoni bake all lined up for later this week and I've got two awesome appetizers (seafood dip and a bean dip) all ready for tomorrow at my mom's pool.
I finished all the laundry for the weekend and will probably go as far as washing the bathroom rugs tomorrow.
I've graded all the work I brought home and all I have to do for tomorrow is go to church, make lunches for the week and go hang out at my mom's.
It's not even 11:00 pm and I can't think of anything new to start to work on right now and I'm not even tired.
Not even a little.
Thing is...I know come Monday morning, I'm gonna be beat.