What Day Was It Again?

When I first got to stay home with the kiddo, I found myself losing track of the days as they all sort of blended together. After a month or so as we found our rhythm, I got my feet back under me, calendrically speaking (is that a word? I'm going to go with it cause in my head it sounds cool, but I'm guessing it's not really a word.)

Tim is home all week this week in his annual "Week of Tim" (though we have to refer to it as the "Week of Daddy" now, otherwise the kiddo takes great delight in hollering "Tiiiiiimmmmm!" as he runs about) and I got up this morning thinking that I needed to get things going so we'd make it to church on time. Since yesterday was clearly Saturday. Except it wasn't.

Maybe tomorrow will be another Saturday...who knows? In the meantime, I'm just happy that I did remember to pull the turkey out of the freezer and plop it in the fridge yesterday. Though I think I was supposed to do it on an actual Saturday. Fingers crossed that it thaws in time for Thursday.

Whenever that is.