I'm not dreading work tomorrow by any means, but I am mourning the end of a nice weekend.
There never seems to be enough time to do everything. As I sit here, winding down in preparation for bed, laundry is unfinished, shopping is incomplete, half-finished projects are scattered throughout the house and the yard and house chore list is suspiciously untouched.
Every weekend seems this way. Instead of these many to-dos, I've filled my time with training runs, bare-bones grocery shopping, walks with the husband, snuggle time with the furballs and a leisurely patio dinner with friends.
I suppose if you look at it properly, I always manage to have time to do exactly what really needs to be done. The rest can wait.