Being a stay-at-home mom I don't always care about a weekend. To me, it is just another two days in the week. I'm still cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner(except on Friday night), doing laundry and disciplining children. Same thing, 7 days a week! But today seems a bit different. I don't really know why. It just does. Today we started out with french toast. Daniel suggested it, Samuel helped make it, it was a good time. And then I have a hair appointment at 12:30. Is it a bad thing when the lady that cuts your hair calls and asks when you would like an appointment? It is isn't it? I'm not real good at seeing the signs of bad hair until its too late. Like Sunday mornings. I always notice that my hair is out of shape, too long, and gray on Sunday morning. So I have asked Suzi if she would please let me know when I (or anyone else in the family) need a haircut. And she did. And I love her for it! Love. Her. After the haircut and style I will then proceed to sweat by