Weekends

I keep on planning things to do for the weekend but for one reason or another I never do what I plan.

Since I work all week, saturday for example, I have to go to the Ceasa to buy food for the week. Different fm other locations, here we cook everyday, 2 meals: lunch/dinner and my twins are 2 gourmands, no free days, no excuses.

It was a sunny Saturday, good to go to the swimming pool, ride a bike, go out for a walk, but since I got all my ceramic bisque fired (about 6 months production) I started glazing them for the 2nd fire next week. I force myself to plan things, to go out, to meet people, but in the end I feel I like to be home with my plants, my golden retriever, my husband, (my teens twins are not in all the time anymore). Anything wrong with that? I do not think so. I’m just like other things. But since I’m talking there might be something behind it otherwise I would not comment. So many years under therapy tought me something.

Have a nice weekend.

Deb