One of these days I will take my three year old to the local Memorial Day parades and events to commemorate the soldiers that fought for our freedom. Until then, Memorial Day in this household is to help this battling mother get an extra hour of sleep and an extra day to procrastinate the shit that needs to get done. Other signature activities around here—paper plates (not doing the fucking dishes), Disney movie marathons (one TV weekend won’t kill my daughter’s brain cells), Honey-do list making (to keep my husband out of my hair too), and drinking (wine, beer, in any order and with anything in it).
This year we actually did something special—we rented a cabin in the North Georgia Mountains.
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