For those of you who know me, I am always looking for an excuse to have fun. Why should date night be confined to just Friday night? Why not start celebrating Christmas on December 1st? Why not go see a movie on Tuesday night? It's safe to say, poor Hector and his wallet don't always appreciate my spontaneity.
Last Monday, I declared that it was my birthday week. I told Hector I wasn't going to cook or clean once, and that we were going to do something fun every night. By Thursday night, the house was a disaster and every restaurant within the state of Utah sounded disgusting to me. By the time my actual birthday rolled around on Saturday, Hector and I didn't feel like doing much. We had dinner at The Melting Pot and then headed home and fell asleep instantly due to a food induced coma.
Sunday morning, post birthday depression sunk in and I realized it was time to start cleaning, grocery shopping, and cooking again.
Luckily, Halloween is on Thursday and we have yet another reason to celebrate. Cheers!