It was a rough weekend over here for us. Did I say us? I meant just me. Bad weekends always creep in at the most inconvenient time, but really, when would be convenient? Whenever they do come though I’m really thankful I can escape with Matthew to Central Park with its always-beautiful weather for a walk, just in time to catch all the adorable kids out in their Easter best. And right before it turned into one of those forget to put the cheese in the lasagna and the Coke bottle exploded and it’s all over the walls and ceiling kind of days. But hey, some times things happen. And life (and cheesy lasagna!) is still really good.