Monday blues

This morning, the high-pitched beeping of my alarm abruptly yanked me out of deep sleep like a splash of ice water. Shaking slightly from the startling 6 a.m. wake-up call, my mind still felt clouded by sleepiness. I wanted to pull the covers over my head and continue dreaming about my Spanish-speaking dog Esteban. Instead, I had to drag myself from bed and get ready for work.

Even though I'm ready for the day to be over, I can't really complain because my weekend was fabulous. On Friday, I left the office and all my work behind at exactly 5:30 p.m. I raced home because I was anxious for the weekend to start and looking forward to sharing it with my mom. Here's a quick recap.

• Risotto fritters, Guinnes and half a cobb salad
• One cosmo and one gruner vetliner to complement a long night of mother-daughter bonding
• An early morning run through the park while the sun was just waking up
• A giant crepe exploding with brie cheese, apples and grapes
• Sexy new capris and belt from Anthropologie
  
• Mid-afternoon tapas on Newbury street that included sautéed artichokes, marinated mushrooms, empanadas, goat cheese with tomato sauce and basil and a pitcher of sangria.
• Watching a momma sparrow feed her baby, who was just learning to fly
  
• Browsing through Saks, imagining how different our lives with be if we paid $795 for a shirt
• Milky way frozen yogurt in a waffle cone covered in chocolate and coconut
• Early-evening coffees and a half-hour of people watching to re-energize
  
• Being thankful we didn't lose the car in the garage and mistake it for being stolen (like last time)
  
• A relaxing Sunday of reading, takeout and catching up with old friends