being optimistic

Sunday night. When I look back at sweet pictures like these and look forward to an awesome week ahead. A super fun week at home with my loving, well-behaved, sweet little boys. I just love it when they're sleeping and I can be optimistic like that. By 11am tomorrow you can probably find me hiding in the sunroom with Sherman, while texting Dan ... SOS.  But who knows, maybe that won't happen until 3pm tomorrow. But again, I'm being optimistic.