By Heather O.
Out the door at 7:45 for a 5.5 mile run. Ice on the windshield. Tricky, tricky spring. Only crazy people run in this cold, but I promised I’d be there for a friend who needed the moral support. If only moral support didn’t hurt this bad.
Back in time to shower and get dropped off with my son for soccer pictures and game while DH took Little Sister to a baptism. 2 and a half hours on the soccer field in temps below 50. J and I are both sunburned. What’s up with that?
Race through Burger King after the game, get over to the high school at 2:00 in time to see a friend’s daughter perform in “The Pajama Game”. In the weirdest of ways, it made me miss being a teenager.
(I said it was weird).
As a high school musical veteran, I knew exactly how those kids felt, how much that musical meant to them, and, more importantly, how much fun they were having. When was the last time I had that much fun? Or had a great excuse to wear that much make-up?
Back at home by 5:00, sent DH off to Target to buy new cleats for J, Little Sister is parked in front of a show, and I’m collapsing on my bed, just long enough to blog and take a breather before my running friend drops her kids off in an hour so she and her husband can go on a long overdue date.
Tomorrow, DH will go to his early morning meetings while I corral the kids and get us all ready to get out the door for 9am church. I’ll teach my Sunday School lesson, and then spend RS dissecting every comment. Home teaching, visiting teaching, and then we’ll all collapse and take an afternoon nap. Maybe. If Little Sister isn’t more interested in drawing on the walls.
Does anybody else feel like Monday is the day you recover from the weekend? Just me? All righty then.
How’s YOUR Saturday going?
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