Thought Buffet. Open all day.

Cowboys are about to play. Holla!

Shifting gears.

I miss my friends.
The ones that have moved, the ones with sick kids, the ones on bedrest, the ones I haven't seen because I haven't been to church, the ones who haven't wanted to see us because we have Bubonic Plague.

Another thought shift.

I need to see resumes.
Lots of resumes.
I am about to embark on full-time something.
My stint as a stay-at-home mom ended when my youngest was 17 months old.
My stint as a part-time stay-at-home mom looks to be ending soon.
I need to see some smooth resumes, ladies...
Any suggestions? Websites? Personal rock-star resumes?

Fruitbasket turnover.

I would like to personally apologize to e. and stickin to J. for not coming to their get-together.
I wanted to come but have been at home with sick kids for what seems like YEARS>>>>

Where is everybody?
I am beginning to think rapture thoughts...

The Elusive Double Daytime Nap

Imagine that you are running your midday errands and you look back into your rear view mirror - not to 'evil eye' a tailgater, or to check for a clear lane, but to investigate what type of nonsense must be going on in the backseat of your superhot minivan - as pure silence breaks your train of thought.

It is not usually an auspicious moment when one hears the absence of noise when children are involved.

It is usually grim. Horrific even. Brace yourself for what you are about to behold... Where have their crayons gone? Who is strangling who?

It is not the chuga-lug-lug of rhythmic bickering that gets me. It's the quiet that stops me dead in my tracks.

So I half-winced as I courageously glanced through my special kiddy mirror only to behold...

Two beautiful sleeping angels?

It has never happened. Not until today.

It was befuddling, to say the least.

Never. Not ever. This storybook moment as a mother has always eluded me. Even when my babies were both babies, they never would fall asleep in the car.

Let alone relinquish their consciousness AT THE SAME TIME...

Glory Hallelujah!

It was perfection!

I drove aimlessly for almost an hour.

Poo on $2.89 a gallon!

They were both asleep, during the day, SIMULTANEOUSLY!

SOOOO worth it!

attn:cg

I lost all of my bookmarks last week.
I have been looking for your blog. I can't link to it through anyone's.
Would you please email me your blog address?
Thank you!

Also, I may be forgetting someone. It seems like I haven't read other people's blogs either...
I can't find them all. There are so many. I even lost my sister's link.
Anyway, if you think there's a chance that I cannot access your blog and you have my email, please send me the link.

Fresh Air.

Today, just like the last three days, was spent indoors. I pulled the blinds up and peered outside - longingly.
The past few days have turned out pretty productive, despite the fact that I have had sick babies to look after.
Yesterday, I managed to steam all the carpet in my house and really deep clean the bathrooms a.k.a. slather the bathroom and myself in bleach while scrubbing till you sweat. Sounds a lot better than it really is... :) Now my house emits the all-too-familiar smell of bleach and disinfectant spray.

In the spirit of staying well, I have decided to cut out the middle man and start using Lysol instead of chewing gum. Maybe I'll become a millionaire like that teacher who invented Airborne, all because I marketed purse-size Lysol/Binaca Spray.

I am now remembering that I did leave my house for a bit yesterday. It was what it was. Grocery shopping. So if that's what leaving the house means, I'd rather stay home.
I seriously HATE grocery shopping. I bumped into another young mother with too many kids at the grocery store. She had "the look" that moms at the grocery store have. That one where every pore in her is oozing, "Let's just get through this." It is a 'whole system pep talk' we give ourselves as we trudge through the candy-laden aisles uttering a dull, monotonous, "No. Nuh-uh. Not a Chance. Nope-see-doodle. NO!"
I saw her and my heart went out to her. Our eyes connected only for moment and I shrugged while I said, "Yeah, between this and starving, I'd rather starve..."
But I wouldn't. Just the sound of that coming out of my mouth sounded so ungrateful. I had money for groceries. For the first time after Christmas since I had gotten married, I had enough money left over for food. And I resented it. It stings. What a spoiled little brat I was!
I bet the next time I go to the grocery store, I'll click my heels down every aisle.
Here's to wishful thinking!

Today, I had this notion that the kids' toys and closets needed to be organized. So I flippantly dumped out EVERY SINGLE TOY they own.
Sidenote: Had I done that before Christmas, I could have saved a lot of money.
It was flagrant. Exorbitant. Copious amounts of toys. Odd shapes. Broken pieces. Hundreds of Happy meal trinkets. (shameful, I know) Oodles of every possible toy imaginable. And to that heap, I was determined to somehow add "Christmas" and then to make sense out of it.
The reason I dumped it all out was so I would be forced to get it done. Today.

Amazing. I found myself dickering with a four year old over why we need to throw a broken Lincoln Log away.
His argument, 'What if we lost one of the (400) other pieces? We would need THAT one...'
Aren't little ones funny?

Anyway, It IS DONE!

All the toys have a home. No article of clothing in their closets is ill-fitting or too badly stained.
Each little shoe has a mate and is residing next to its partner. I just kept looking in their rooms and sighing smugly. Mission accomplished.

I forgot to mention the Amazing roast. For 20 hours the succulent beef simmered in my crock pot. I love the crock pot. Crocks rock. Any small appliance that can turn something I cook into something delectable gets "rock" status. Thank you Crock Pot! My husband's belly is happy tonight!

Also, we took the kids to Cold Stone Creamery tonight (GiftCard from teacher party) and then to the Christmas Light display downtown. We forgot that the kids hadn't gone yet this year.
They were so cute!
They Oooo-ed and Aaahhhhh-ed! They said the light tunnels reminded them of a car wash.
I don't know. Just go with it... hehehe

But we tuned into the radio station that they have with Christmas music playing.
We listened to it for a while real softly. Then J. said, "Would you turn up that Nutcracker Suite Song?"
I turned it up. And it was Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Suite!!!
Talk about being proud!! I just know he's a prodigy. Even when he was a baby, he could reproduce tri-tones. That's not easy ladies and gents...

Most of you quit readin this ridiculously long post 15 paragraphs ago...
I guess that's what you get when you don't blog every day, huh?

Daddy got out of the hospital today. Things are going much, much better.
Thanks for praying.

Ditching Debbie Downer.

Reading through my last few blogs was distressing at best, so I have decided in the spirit of hope at Christmastime to ponder positive things.

1. My dad has been having 'firestorms' in his foot and leg. This could indicate that the nerve that the surgeon thought he accidentally severed was not really damaged but only crimped by swelling. That is a praise the Lord for sure.


2. My kids, although not completely well, are far better than yesterday. I anticipate a full night's sleep. That is something to shout about.


3. I have the most beautiful Christmas tree ever - but that is just one opinion. Since I am writing this blog, it is the only opinion that matters. :)


4. Even though my sister could not be home for Christmas, she had a wonderful family to spend her day with. If you can't be with your own family, that is the family to hang out with for sure.


5. My brother has a girlfriend. A great girlfriend with a great family. He spent today with them. I am so proud of him and the way things are going for him.


6. For the first time since we have been married, there is enough money in our bank account after Christmas for groceries. That either means I am getting better at managing money or that God has met our every need and then some. I'd like to think it's a little of the former mixed with a hefty dose of the latter.

This is me trying.

Tomorrow will hold many more positives.

Alex, I'll take 'Miracles' for $1200, please...

Tomorrow is Christmas.
My Dad is in the hospital... still. He has gotten various less-than-good reports.
We are going to need some intervention of the Divine variety.
I am glad I know Who to go to.

We knew our holiday plans would be limited based on Chris's work schedule, my Dad's surgery, and Shannon's location issues.
We had planned on having a get-together for those of us who, for whatever reason, end up looking like red-headed step-children with no place to go on Christmas.
We were planning the Guitar Heroes Rock-Out session to end all rock-out sessions.
We will not be doing any of the aforementioned activities tomorrow.

We spent most of today at the Emergency room with J.
He had a fever above 102 all day yesterday. Along with that fever came the dry cough. The one where he has such a coughing fit that he nearly vomits... Poor baby.
And, true to form, today he tried to one-up yesterday's fever.
At around 3pm today, his fever crested 104 degrees and held steady for over an hour after all the Ibuprofen I could give him, I began to have thoughts about taking him into the ER on Christmas Eve.

After an hour of over 104, he began to quiver and shake and his eyes were swollen. The right eye got huge. It became so inflamed so quickly, I contacted the Doctor on call and she said to get him to the ER immediately - stating he could be having an allergic reaction or a febrile seizure.

When we got there, he still looked awful with his eyes pooched out all crazy, and his fever was holding steady at just below 104.
They ran a bunch of tests. They did X-rays. They took blood, snot, whatever they could test...
My little man was so brave.
His fever finally got down to below 102 around 6pm.

They gave him antibiotic through an IV and decided not to keep him overnight. He'll finish with an oral Antibiotic for the next few days.

We were released around 8pm? I think.
I have to keep a close eye on him through the night and hopefully Christmas Day will be uneventful.

I am glad I know a God Who is bigger than all this drama.
I am beginning to tire beyond my own strength.
I need You.
Divine Healer, Father, Friend- be with my family.
Work miracles on my daddy's leg and foot.
I ask that You would reconnect what has been severed and mend what man cannot.
I pray that You will breathe through my sweet son tonight. Sweep through his body and make it whole.
We are so reliant on You for our salvation, healing, our life.
I thank You for Your ever-present interest in our lives.
I praise You for being all-powerful - so far above our capacity to comprehend.
You are the answer for all that ails us. Not only in our mortal bodies, but also in our spirits and minds.
So whatever our state, whether broken or whole - I choose to praise the One who gives us breath.
I am grateful for the miracle of Your birth. That moment when all of Heaven came to earth to inhabit the very world that could not understand Your worth. You are worthy of all the adoration we can give. Thank you for the gift of You.

Backseat Blogger.

So much is going on.

Sooooo. sooooo much.

Wednesday was our family Christmas. It worked out better that way for everyone.
So Shan was here for a whirlwind and is already gone.

Thursday was black Thursday at my brother's workplace. I was so worried for him. He was so stressed out and sad to see all the people that were losing their jobs. He made the cut though, so his job is secure for now.

Today, my dad is getting his knee replaced. Right now, more than likely, he is being worked on.
That is stressing me out more than I expected. Yesterday, he called me and we had the "If anything were to happen to me" talk. I understand why he felt like it needed to happen - but gracious me! I am a wreck!

Heavenly Father, you are the master architect. I pray that the puzzle pieces fit together perfectly and that my Daddy is ready to get up and walk in no time. I love him so - he's my hero.

Little A. is still sick-ish. We are sleeping at night. That is a major step in the right direction. I thought I would cry if I lost one more night of sleep. You poor, poor mommas of brand new babies - As my good friend kdp would say, been there, done that, bought the T-shirt. I don't need to be staying up all night, that phase of my life is over, right?

Somehow my entire profile on our computer got deleted. I never knew how attached I am to this silly thing - but I nearly cried at the thought of losing all the computer stuff I have acquired. Useful websites, all my favorites, my work for school, EVERYTHING.
I nearly cried.
But hunny, was able to retrieve it somehow and thank heavens for that!
He was unable to retrieve all of it so I am still missing my personal settings and my favorites. I am working to reset them. So if I don't comment on your blog for a while, you may be in the abyss. Don't worry - I'll find you!!

Today is the last day of school before Winter Break. We will most likely party all day!
Whew! What fun!

Somebody call and remind me that I am taking dinner to Crys and Jerry tonight.

Tomorrow is rehearsal for the Church Christmas Program.
Kim, Did you get the manger? If not, I can probably get one - just let me know.
Then Sunday is the big day. It is going to be, well, over on Sunday afternoon. hehehe
It'll be fine.

Please pray for my daddy.

So now you all know why blogging has taken a backseat.

Update.

We were up for 4 solid hours with little girl last night. She would just tug on her ear and whimper and cry. Her fever never got too high, just mild with a lot of pain.
Why is it that some kids can have an ear infection and it never seems to bother them - while others can inflict horrible consequences on their entire family over an ear infection?

I would not make light of the intense amount of pain she was in - but my goodness - no one was allowed to rest while her ear hurt. Even her big brother came out around 4:30am to see what all the hubbub was about.

Chris took her in to Shamrock Clinic while I was at work today. Poor thing! He sat up there with A. for at least 3 hours before he saw a Dr.
And, mystery of all mysteries, I wasn't there to hear what the Dr. said, so I cannot be entirely certain of the diagnosis. Chris said he couldn't remember what exactly the Dr. said, but that after he looked in her ear, he prescribed antibiotics. So I'm guessin.... ear infection!

Anyway, tonight must be a better night. I can't imagine it being any worse!
I don't think it matters how much you love your kid, after 4 hours of wailing, (as sorry as I felt for her) I didn't think I could listen to it anymore. Thank the good Lord for Benadryl!

And uninterrupted rest.
My fingers are crossed.

my little girl

Little doll is so sick.
Momma is hanging in there.
Please Jesus, Let us both get some rest tonight.
I guess Chris is going to keep her tomorrow because she can't go to school.
My parents just hung out with us tonight, I hope they don't get sick.
Daddy's got to be well for his surgery and my momma so she can take care of him...
This exhausted Momma and her baby girl need a touch from the Father tonight.


Sorry for the sentence fragments and the whiny tone - that's just where I am right now.
Tomorrow will be better.

tony knew...

i am so sorry for the huge let-down today.
the cowboys didn't win.
i was so busy, i couldn't even sit down to watch one down of the game.
tony knew.
he called me at half-time and asked where i was...
i was just waaaaaaaaay too busy today.
and they lost.
to a loser team.
my. my. my.
i still cannot absorb the tragedy in all its multi-faceted-ness. (isn't that a great word?)
next time, i'll get my popcorn and watch.
alas, i am needed.

holiday mayhem

I have been trying to get to my blog all weekend and this is the best I can do for now.

We went all day long on Saturday with the kids. Chris and I were both off - that never happens...
We went to Gatti's and to see Alvin and the Chipmunks.
We also finished up our Christmas shopping. So far, I have been able to keep my personal goal of not overspending. I was worried that I would begin to feel like a cheapo schmuck, but to the contrary, it's been liberating!!
I don't feel like I'm jeopardizing my kids' college education.
My credit card has seen the light a few times though. TSK!TSK!

Other than that, I am about to embark on a legendary week. If there is light at the end of the tunnel, I cannot see it.
Overwhelmed does not begin to describe...
Two separate Christmas programs - for which I am solely responsible...
You're thinking - hmmm... well, that's something to stress about, but not heart-attack worthy.
Now I'll remind you that I have 3, 4, and 5-year olds singing 45 minutes worth of music - add in instruments, choreography, a live manger scene, a foreign language (Spanish), and sign language.
Now there's your heart-attack.

We are doing our family Christmas this week on Wednesday and Thursday.
My dad will be having his knee replaced on Friday and we wanted to be able to get the holiday festivities out of the way beforehand.

Friday, we will be released from school!! YAY!
I would love to try to get a playdate together sometime during our Winter Break.
Get back to me on when is best for you, if you are interested.
We will be returning to school on January 7, 2008.
2008? Yeah.
Weird huh?

Ummmm.... So I didn't go.

All things/plans with small children are subject to change.
That is one thing I have learned as a mom.
We did not end up going to church tonight.
Large Marge won out, I'm afraid.
Or maybe she lost...

I made the impossibly stupid mistake of compulsive gambling with my children.
Their poker face has proven to be so much more determined than mine.
I said to them, "If you don't... then you won't be going to church tonight."
It was foolproof.
Chris was getting off work at 6pm.
Either way, I was going to get to go to church.
Except that they did not do what I asked them to do, and Chris did NOT get off at 6pm.
It's 8:20 and he's still not home...

I hate having to follow through with those unpleasant things.
So here I sit, wishing I had not been a compulsive gambler - missing my friends.
WAHHHH!!!!


Seph - I am going to get that cd to you, come hell or highwater.

Who's in Control here?

Enter Large Marge in Charge:
So I have come to the realization that the devil himself decided to condone Wednesday night church beginning at 7PM, instead of 6PM.
Who in the working world, who also parents young children, can make this impossible scenario work with their day? Let alone their week...
My kids' bedtime is 7:30PM. If church starts at 7, I am sunk.
It sets us up for disaster on Thursday if we are up til 9PM on Wednesday night.

Enter Soft-hearted Momma:
My kids absolutely LOVE Wednesday night church, and not for the ornery reasons you might think, such as getting to stay up past their usual bedtime - they love learning about God and Jesus and the Bible. They sop it up like sponges!
Everytime we leave church on Wednesday night, I can tell that they not only had a great time, but also that they learned something.
I don't want to take that away from them...

Enter Dilemma:
How do Large Marge in Charge and Soft-Hearted Momma live together in one body?

Enter Solution:
We, Large Marge and Softy, make our kids take a nap on Wednesday afternoon.
They go to their rooms and 'sleep'. (CRASH!)
Right now they are fast asleep in their beds. (WHISPER, WHISPER, Giggle)
I just know that after this restful afternoon - (BANG, "BUZZ LIGHTYEAR TO THE RESCUE>>>")
They will behave perfectly at Rainbows tonight and all day tomorrow.
All because of the genius of compromise. (BOOM!)

Enter Reality:
What's a mom to do?
I mean, it's win/win.
I, after all, am here blogging and they are ASLEEP...

See ya tonight!

Never say never.

I remember a particular moment in history around the holidays when I was a teenager.
My mom had a friend who was fashionably unacceptable in my opinion.
One could easily characterize her by her out of control shoes which were often metallic in color and bedazzled beyond belief.
One afternoon after school, my mom was unloading her holiday shop fest finds before my sister and me.
She had found various great deals. She was looking to buy herself a pair of holiday shoes.
Holiday shoes she found. And my were they festive!!
They were so gaudy. They were very similar to some that her friend, the bedazzled shoe lady, would own.
I made fun of them relentlessly.
So much fun was made at the expense of my mom and her holiday shoes that I don't really remember her wearing them with much gusto.
I don't remember her ever wearing them at all.
Sorry Mom.

Here lies the confession of a girl who has grown up to be way too much like her momma.
And if that is any indication of the way I've turned out, I'll take it! My mom is fantasticness defined. I could not be more proud when people compare me to her, because what's not to love? She's wonderful through and through.
I often find myself saying things just the way I remember her saying them. And in the next moment, I remember swearing to myself that I would never (enter scenario here...) And there I go, without even a thought, I have become her!
I AM my mother's daughter, and as of yesterday, I bought the gaudy holiday shoes to prove it!
Yes, momma, you have unlimited right to make fun of me in my glamorous holiday shoes!
I love you!

Kiss Me!

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crys.

Happy Birthday!!
You are one of my newest friends - but somehow you have already 'wormed' your way right into my heart!!
I love you and I hope your day was "restful..."

meems.

Yes, that was a wonderful playdate!
Yes, I am so glad we came!!
Your espresso rivals Starbucks any day.
You are one of my most favoritest people! I was actually laughing on the way home because you are so energetic naturally that I feel like I need espresso to keep up with you!!
I love you!
Thanks for having us over.
(Sorry about the chocolate milk spill and whatever other awful thing my 'perfect' kids did that I don't know about...)

Funny girl.

Every once in a while one of the kids will say something that just tickles me.
Tonight we were driving home and A. said, "Momma, are you driving me?"
I said, "Well yes, babe, I am."
Then she said, "Are monsters pushing us?"

Big shot.

Little A. had her 3-year checkup yesterday.
She got 2 shots and didn't even cry.
She did fret a bit - but no tears.
So brave.
I am so proud of her. She is everything a momma could ask for in a daughter.
What a sweet, sweet girl!!

Jupiter.

I have to write this stuff down for posterity.
My 4 year old son read his first word by himself phonetically yesterday.
It was "Jupiter."
Don't ask me how.
He's a child genius!!

hodge-podge, part deux

Apparently I shook things up a bit in my hodge-podge post.
I have made the decision, along with my husband and family.
It appears that now is not the time to pursue this dream.
I have long hoped that my music education and vocal training would someday pay off as a stable and long-term career.
Since Chris and I started dating, he has known that someday I wanted to sing professionally for the military ensemble. We've talked about it several times at various points in our relationship.
There is a soprano position open right now. I would have to audition. If I were chosen, I would also have to make a 3-year commitment of enlistment. But my job would be singing in choir. Sounds like a honey of a deal, for someone.
It has been such a pleasure and a blessing to be at home with my children. I want to soak it in as long as I can. They are only babies for so long you know. But someday, if I were wishing on a star - I would love to get to sing in a professional choir or at least be employed in the field of music.
I'd even do backup vocals for Willie Nelson... someday. hehehe
But for now, it's the stuff of dreams to get to see my babies develop into such wonderful people. Being able to be here with them takes the sting out of stepping on a lego flag or barbie high heel barefoot, I think being away from them would hurt a lot worse.

Ya just need Jesus!

Admittedly, it has been a long time between gulps from His stream.
It is inexcusable that I let my tank run so low when He is always "standing at the door and knocking..."
I have decided to do everything that I can to make it happen.
I am a worshipper by nature. I feel like a fish out of water when I do not plunge into worship fairly regularly.
I guess there's no better way to say it, I just NEED Jesus!
Obvious. Simple. Attainable.

My best moments lately with Him have come during my morning shower. He calls me gently to His feet. He speaks soft words of affirmation.
He allows me to wash His feet. I feel so alive. I feel purposeful.

My breath is meaningless without the underlying current of praise to Him Who has breathed into my soul and made me live.
So with each breath I take, Lord Jesus, please let me be filled with an aroma of worship for You.

I have fallen from a regular pattern of mindfulness of Your place in my life.
I need Your gentle nudge as I begin anew with a worshipful heart.
I don't want to wade ankle deep in Your stream. I don't want to take a gulp only once I become parched. I want a steady flow - which is always accessible - So much that what spills off of me drenches those around in an atmosphere of most holy worship.
Let Praises of Your people encircle Your Throne.
Let the majesty within Your creation remind me of that for which I was created.
Each time I see something wonderful that You have made, I will choose to praise You for it.
When I see the innocent love in my children's eyes, Lord let me emulate it.
With each passing moment that I am given to worship You, Father, I yearn to soak the hem of Your garment with my unashamed tears.
Let the words of my mouth be Yours - wise and edifying.
Let the deeds of my hands be directed in honesty and humility.
Let the thoughts in my mind be Yours - pure and holy.
All things that are not from You, Lord, I ask that those things be purged far from Your dwelling place.

I am Your servant. A vessel molded to pour Your love through. I want to rise to that potential in You. I live to earnestly adore You. Amen.

This is the type of post I would not normally post but I need a certain level of accountability.
I need to honor my pledge. So I have to put it out there.

HoDgE-pOdGe.

It is definitely premature to post anything about what I've been mulling over the past couple of days - but I would like to ask for any prayers you could offer up. I am thinking/praying about taking some preliminary steps to begin what would end up looking a lot like a career.
And the reason it is difficult to even consider is because it would mean LOTS of changes in our family.

My biggest concern right now is that what looks great to me personally and might truly satisfy my own ambitions - may also have a negative effect on my family as a whole. Of course, if I could predict that going in, I would not even consider it - but I can't, so therein lies the dilemma.
I want what is best for my family, our relationships with God, and our finances to align themselves perfectly.
So direction - I need direction. Thank God I know the 'Guy' with the road map...

It's like my letter to Santa this year. I wanna know what I'm gonna be when I grow up...
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Wendy - thank you! You may never know what a relaxing and wonderful evening you provided for us tonight. The atmosphere, the company, the food - all of it, TERRIFIC!! I am blessed beyond measure to have a friend like you. Thanks so much! I'll have to return the favor soon!
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seph- I drove by your house tonight, as promised, to look at this fabled tree. It is lit up like Rockefeller's!! You really did wind lights around branches for a whole day, didn't you?
Magnifique!
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I finished painting my dining room table tonight! I love it! Even if money were no object, this dining room set is what I would have! I am so very pleased with the way this "Do It Yourself" Project has turned out. Pictures to come. (I have to wait for the paint to dry before I can push the chairs back in.)
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I have been a bona fide basket case for at least the last 3-4 weeks. If you have unsuspectingly walked into my hormonal fury, I apologize. If you have skirted around the whole event, consider yourself lucky!
Camezi and Scraps have led me on a multi-vitamin revolution and I anticipate brighter days ahead! I already feel dynamite in the emotional health department and it's only been a few days. I guess my body was revolting on the M&M and diet soda regime...
Thanks for your advice girls - sometimes it's the obvious stuff that eludes me!
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I have looked forward to few things as I have this Progressive Dinner on Friday night!
I am literally salivating. Yes, I do anticipate great grub - but more than that, I am going to see most of my dear friends in a social setting without having to redirect kids or be yanked about the church foyer by naughty noodleheads. It's pure adult socializing with some of my favoritest people!!
I can't wait!!!!!

Mental Health Break.

My wonderful parents have taken my kids for the weekend.
I was woefully irresponsible and watched tv with my hunny for like 3 or 4 hours straight on Friday night.
It has been a long, long time since we were both here at the house with nothing pressing on us. We were able to just be together and enjoy one another's company. It was great!
The kids have been really sweet, according to my mom, but she's biased. I don't think waking up at 4:30 am ready to play is very sweet at all - but that's just one opinion. ;)
I was able to get lots of stuff done today. Not the least of which was sanding and staining my dining room table, grocery shopping, ceiling fans cleaned, light bulbs replaced, etc. All that rainy day stuff that you can somehow never find the time to do.
Tomorrow morning my angels will be with me again - and I am ever so ready for that!

That's about it.
Not great reading. Just life.