Weekend helper

It's Friday. Unlike my poor boyfriend, tomorrow and Sunday will be a day off from work.

I felt lousy this AM. All week I've been bothered with a pain in my chest every time I breathe in. Any physical activity seems to make it a bit worse, but I'm just telling myself that it's a chest cold or something stupid like that. Adira seemed to sense something wasn't quite right this AM. She vowed to be a good girl and help with my weekend activities:
"First Mommy, I will let you sleep in."

"Then I'll check your email for you and delete all your junk mail"

"Then we'll do laundry"

Isn't she sweet?