Most of our weekend was spent on a cleaning and reorganizing spree around our little townhouse that we never never seems to be complete. My husband kept pushing on Sunday to get more accomplished, clean out this closet, clean off this bookshelf, etc, etc. He’s happy to veg out most of the time, but when he gets motivated to do something, the perfectionist in him makes him not want to stop until the job is DONE. Which, in this case, is actually going to take months. But really, let’s be honest, we’re never going to be totally happy with it because what we really want is a new house, and that’s not going to happen anytime soon given our current mortgage and the real estate market in our area (in case you haven’t heard, it is CRAP).
Anyway, after a lot of running around, cleaning, organizing, etc, I convinced my husband it was time to call it a day on our cleaning efforts and time to head downstairs for some R&R. This is my favorite part of our weekend, our son snuggling with us on the couch, watching football, and making goofy faces as he looks at himself on the iPhone camera. I am so lucky to have such a goofy kid and loving husband. ❤