Starting to get really confused when I wake up on Mondays

Yet again, I woke up this morning, totally confused as to why I was lying in my own bed.  In my early morning haze, I forgot that I wasn't at my parents' house.  Totally strange.

For the... oh... millionth weekend, we stayed up in NH.  And after every weekend, the first morning I wake up in my own house is very confusing- I totally forget where I am!

Saturday was a chill day.  Hubby and I took the boys for haircuts and walked around the mall.  Oh, excuse me, I slept in the truck with JC while Hubby and LB walked around the mall.  If that kid's gonna sleep, so am I!

Breakfast at Grandma & Grandpa's always includes something delicious, like waffles with Nutella:

(Don't ask me why it's sideways- I've tried this about twenty times, and even though it's right-side-up saved on my file, it always flips around.  Stupid Mondays.)

On Sunday, Hubby went dirtbiking with my dad and brother.  They were gone all day, so my mom, my brother's girlfriend (we'll call her Nurse C), and I took the boys to the Christmas Tree Shop.  I got a bunch of cute fall stuff, although LB just wanted to check out the "spooky decowations":

(Omg, seriously, Blogger??  Again?? But doesn't he look adorable in that witch's hat?)

It was a fun weekend.  The boys adore Grandma & Grandpa, and when I asked LB what a friend was, he said "Nurse C!"  I suppose I'll take the small side effect of temporary amnesia in exchange for weekends like that.  :)