So I was really looking forward to the weekend.
Until I realised it's our first primary school PTA cleanup tomorrow morning.
And of course it's bright and early tomorrow morning, too.
Meet at the school at 7:00am.
It's not like Meg and Amy ever let me sleep past 6:30 anyway but there's still a difference between being awake at 7:00 loafing around in your pjs making pancakes and scrambled eggs while the coffee does its thing and being fed, dressed, geared up and down in the town by 7:00....
I was giving this woe is me spiel to K while he ate his dinner.
Not even a speck of a wrinkle on his brow or the slightest hint of an 'o' for 'Ooohhh no. Poor you...'
He pointed out that he will be at the neighbourhood roadside cleanup Sunday morning.
And that starts at 5:30am.
He wins, he loses.