And before we even left, I made a Pioneer Woman meatloaf and stashed it in the fridge to wait for dinner. Which might not seem like a big deal, but 2 words: fireball fountain.
After hockey, I escaped for a few hours to grocery shop, dragging myself around in the gross workout clothes that I slept in and never changed out of, no makeup (see above), a scraggly bun.
I was so out of it still that I almost bought this for Ben:
Dorothy and Cooper helped me make chocolate espresso icing for a truly great yellow cake, which was a lovely way to cap off the weekend.