Our weekend was packed full. That's a rarity for me and it makes me exhausted. Like I can't even switch the laundry from the washing machine to the dryer. Or watch my DVR. So... it's pretty bad.
But we did a lot of fun stuff: the drive-in (we saw Star Trek for him, The Great Gatsby for me), homemade breakfast (I made him breakfast for a change), a wedding, a Sunday morning flea market, grocery shopping, family dinner, etc.
Is it bad that I'm already looking forward to next weekend?