I had a good weekend. At least it was as good as it seems to get for me. I got a fairly decent amount of stuff done. And then Sunday night I did the shopping and all of that. I also prepared a big, yummy pot roast for Monday night. It's all ready to go and I just have to put heat to the pot when I wake up. The husband saw it in the fridge and said how delicious it looks. I said, "Yeah, that's what I do. I cook, I clean (as I waved my hand around the spotless kitchen)... I break my ass for you people while you sleep the sleep of the innocent. I don't want to find so much as a crumb or a water spot in here when I get up. Not so much as a single splash on the inside of the microwave. No one is allowed to do ANYTHING that they can't clean up after."

The husband replied in his best pirate voice, as he often does. "Aye, aye, Captain. There'll be no scurvy devil fouling the deck in your absence." I sure hope he's right. Or someone is going to end up walking the plank.