I looked forward to Saturday all week. Saturday meant a break from: getting up early, prepping for work, writing notes to forgetful Dads, packing lunches, showers, feeding animals, etc...all before 8am. Then the work day. Then the rush back to get kids. Then the nightly routine which is ten times more exhausting than the morning one. I love my life and value my babies but on this particular week I was counting down to the weekend. It meant sleeping a bit past 6am. It meant a snugglefest with my girl while catching up on Fashion Star and cooking shows. It was a day of pajamas and Scrabble and too much coffee. (I even read a magazine...shhhh...don't tell!)
The kick off to this cherished Saturday of ease was baked french toast done perfectly. Warm, fluffy goodness oozing with maple syrup. Puddles ready for sausages. The table was full of smiles and this old girl found the recharge that she needed!
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