Uh, could you slow down just a bit. You see, you are exhausting me! I thought once you came I would be able to sit and visit with you a bit. I thought we could just relax and hang out by the pond and perhaps read a book.
All of the parties/BBQs/visits/picnics are so much fun--but every weekend?! I don't have time for things like laundry and breathing because of this. While it is a blast, I really would enjoy some time, just you and me, to chill in the hammock in the back yard.
Do you think we could work on this? Can you slow the pace just a tad and see to it that I actually open the two books on my nightstand? I would really appreciate it. I don't think this is too much to ask, really.
P.S. Hobbes loves you!