Walking Backwards

We made it to Houston last night in one piece and with all of our luggage. Yay us! Plus, we were only one hour late this time around. Joe and I are sitting around trying to figure out what we need to get done here this weekend. Houston is far enough away to try to accomplish something after making the trip. After all we don't want to have to waste another two and a half hour drive again. They have an IKEA after all and an outlet store that is less than an hour away. We'll probably be making that last stop for sure as Nicholas seems to have outgrown all of his winter pants since the begining of October. Really, though, we're bad planners and should have figured this out before now because we are wasting precious time out of the house. We've already been to my nephew's birthday party, had the cake, saw Chuck E'Cheese dance around, and are now sitting in an empty house with a laundry list of things to do. Joe is vacuuming the ceiling fan in the living room; that is how bored we are. I think part of our lack of motivation comes from the fact that we never get to sit around and not do anything and not have to worry about anything (one of the joys garnered from returning to the familial home). I just don't want the in-laws to think this is how we truely live.