Sunday, October 11, 2009


I am amazed at how long it takes for the weekend to actually arrive and then how quickly it seems to fly past me.  Granted, this weekend was a little more hectic than normal. My oldest had her first homecoming dance and my youngest was my shadow all weekend - and no I am NOT exaggerating.

Throw into the mix two extra teenagers and another 4 year old for a few hours.

Oh, and did I mention that my husband was out of town for the weekend?  On my suggestion.

And now a Monday morning looms in my near future, the cycle of the week right back at the beginning.

I had great plans for the weekend. I was going to be supermom. "Sure, send your kids over. The more the merrier."   I would make sure that the older girls got dressed in time, shaved their legs, had their hair done and brows waxed. I wouldn't let them wear too much makeup and would make sure to get them where they needed to be.  Of course, my girls were all in their dresses at 2:00.  For a 5:30 photography time. Whatever...

I was going to make a Costco run. Perhaps clean up the house a bit and do some laundry. I was even thinking I'd have time to work on the thank-you cards from my youngest's birthday...three weeks ago. Because I just cannot bring myself to send store bought cards. Not when I have it all right there at my fingertips and actually enjoy the feeling of giving something homemade. I just can't.


I actually got the layout designed. Which was a big step. And simplicity is winning out.  But they will appreciate the fact that I took the time not only to say thanks but to do it with cards straight from the heart.  Right?

My bestie needed me to watch her dd while they ran an important errand.  "Sure, bring her over.  She can keep my youngest company and maybe the three older ones will watch them for an hour or so." She was the easier of the two.  Mine grew horns and a tail.  For the entire weekend.  I am not so sure they have disappeared either.  Seriously.

Now that I think about, Monday morning might not be so bad.



1 comment:

f8hasit said...

When my mother died the funeral home prsented me with these cards to send.
Your kidding...right?

Like I was going to send these prepreinted things to people for attending my mothers funeral?! I should think not.

It's taken me forever (because I cry each time I write one) but I've managed to send hand written expressions of thanks to each person that was there...

It meant more to me to have them be there than a common card. I admire you for doing the same!

Hey! And thanks for the compliment on my blog and stopping by the other day! Wow.

I've read a few of yours as well, and it is quite obvious we are of kindred spirit! I will thank you in advance for usurping a few more moment of my day once I hit this follow button...