My holidays are not days, they are weekends.
This has always been my rule. It's not a birthday, it's a birthday weekend.
Tonight we are having family night with a movie and games and my stew in the crock pot and my 'famous' sticky buns.
Saturday we have some houses to look at (thinking of moving so as to get away from the ridiculous property taxes we pay in this town, and getting s******* in return).
Then we will be eating out for lunch and back for the real fun.
The three of us will be doing some deep cleaning on Saturday and Sunday. Hubby will steam clean the couches and carpet and daughter will help me with dusting, wiping the walls, door knobs, light switches, cleaning the hall closet, straightening out the kitchen cabinets, and a few other things.
Sunday night we will probably get pizza and a movie and when daughter goes to bed we will be watching Walking Dead! Who's with me on this? It's being called The Valentines Day Massacre.