Despite taking a really long nap on Saturday, I managed to accomplish just about everything on my To-Do list, and, that hasn't happened in a while.
I got the garden harvested and pulled up.
I made that witch wreath that I wanted to make (pictures to come).
I finished a ton of laundry.
I shopped for groceries and restocked my pantry and freezer.
I made a homemade chicken noodle soup from stock that I made a couple of weeks ago. I have actually started cooking whole chickens on a frequent basis, storing the stock in the fridge or freezer and shredding the meat for use in a variety of different dishes. It's super-easy, inexpensive, and, makes me feel all smug and homemaker-y (SpellCheck would not let me attach that Y. SpellCheck is a buzzkill). I made the soup because I developed a cold over the weekend and chicken noodle soup is a known cure. I'm sure it will kick in any time now...
I fell into a coma on the couch Saturday after pulling the garden and I slept for about three hours, after which I managed to drag myself from the couch to take the Man-Cub out for dinner before falling back into the coma until Hugh arrived home from Denver late in the night. I blame the late night that I had on Friday, the physical labor involved in pulling up the garden, and the above-mentioned cold.
On Sunday, I also got my work done at the store and got the house somewhat tidied up, despite feeling like crap. Then, I tucked in on the couch to watch Halloween Wars and the season premiere of The Walking Dead, as one does in the weeks leading up to Halloween.
So, it was a busy and productive weekend, as I have said. Today, I am heading into the office to get as much work done as I can before the cold meds I took this morning wear off and I crash, at which point I might take some comp time to come home for a nap before the Man-Cub's football game later this afternoon.
I'm planning for a busy and productive week to mirror the weekend, I mean, why not? Right? Right.