Lazy Weekend

     Our weekend started off with Kyle waking up to go to his first rodeo shift of the year. He worked all Friday and came home for about a hour to get cleaned up, and we both headed out to rodeo cook-off. While this is not my favorite thing to do, we did have a good time hanging out with Kyle's brother and sister in-law. We stayed out later than our typical 10:00 p.m., but we did find our way home earlier than most cook-off attendees because Kyle had to be back up at rodeo at 6:00 a.m. the next day.
      Now, this brings me to the lazy part. I woke up at about 5:30 a.m. Saturday morning thinking, "okay, what do I have to do today? ... oh yeah, I have NOTHING I have to do today!" So, back to sleep I went. I slept until 9:00 a.m.! After I confirmed that 9:00 a.m. was an acceptable time to get up, Bailey and I went into the kitchen, put on a pot of coffee, and made a bowl of Cheerios. To the couch we retired and there we remained. Our itinerary included catching up on the DVR and watching reruns of Dance Moms. I was pretty excited that I had nothing to do, and I was perfectly content staying on the couch with my sleepy bulldog.
     Kyle's Saturday shift ended at 5:00 p.m., and he was home by 5:06 p.m. He was pretty tired when he got home, but we decided to make a trip out to Cypress to visit his parents. We left the house in our sweat pants. Translation: Allie actually had to get out of her pajamas at 5:30 p.m., and put on something more appropriate... like sweatpants!!
     Kyle had yet another 6:00 a.m. shift this morning. I had pretty much convinced myself to keep my lazy streak going and didn't set my alarm to go to church. I knew I was going to feel super guilty about not going, but it is so hard to go to church without Kyle. Well, God's plans are always better than mine, and I was wide awake at 8:15 a.m.... which was the time I was to set my church alarm. I smiled when I saw the clock. Divine intervention. Sunday school and worship were great, and I didn't miss Kyle one bit.... well, maybe I did, but I'm glad I didn't let his absence stop me.
    Chicken is in the Crock Pot, laundry is in the wash, Restaurant Impossible marathon is on, and I am back in those aforementioned sweatpants.