Maybe

Maybe one day, I pray not too far from now, I will have a happy, lazy Saturday with Judd in our own place.

Maybe a load of laundry gets done, maybe it doesn't.

Maybe we eat breakfast at 11 and stay in our jammies until 3.

Maybe we have a clean-out-the-DVR-party with a marathon of reality shows.

Maybe I make a cheater dinner by heating something I've frozen batch-style months ago.

Maybe my freezer looks like this

Maybe we read the entire paper outside while drinking tea.

Maybe we get a thrill out of cutting the coupons.

Maybe we take a luxurious nap simply because we have found the ultimate comfy spots on the couch.

Maybe...