This weekend was one of those weekends where you're going 100 miles an hour all day from sun-up to sundown and you don't get a chance to so much as breathe before it's time to jet off to some other event until before you know it, it's already almost 10:00 on Sunday night and you've still got laundry to do and a checkbook to balance and meals to plan and a floor that is in desperate need of mopping.
You know those weekends, right?!
I'm one exhausted mommy.
Oh, and my baby girl is now 3.
How did that happen?