My perfect day..

The definition of my perfect day:

Driving 70mph. up 81 to Ashely's house with both the windows open, the sunroof open, singing along to the music that's as loud as it goes, and no kids.

I love to just get on the highway and put the windows down, open the sunroof, and sing along to the music. It's so relaxing. It keeps me from being put in a straight jacket.

Sometimes I just love to drive down the highway with the boyfriend and talk about the good 'ol days before the kids. Like when we went to prom. That was great. We were only friends.. but it was great. I miss that. But I wouldn't trade my kids in for ANYTHING.

I don't remember life without them. I don't remember a whole night of sleep. I mean I'm lucky and the boy sleeps most of the night but he gets up every now and again. But hey, that's all in the package. If you can't handle it, don't have kids.

Hope you all had a nice weekend. Now I'm going to relax in the bathtub with a bottle of wine :)

6 days 'til Virginia Beach!! :)