The Fast And The Furious And Down For The Count

I have worn myself out. My body is refusing to agree with my brain that I am still the same woman I was when I gave birth to three children, albeit not all at once. I've NEVER been THAT energetic. But I have always prided myself on being able to do 83 things at once and still manage to have my hair look done. Of course, pride is a sin and perhaps the good Lord has been trying to show me a thing or two. Like that rest is actually a GOOD thing. I am home with the flu and.........honestly, rather enjoying it. It's nice to sort of feel too dizzy to drive, wrapped up in a thick warm blanket doing NOTHING. It's quite nice in fact. Although doing a lot sure was fun too.

Friday after school - watched my boys play football on the front lawn while talking life with my stunning young girl on the front yard park bench. I loved the whole atmosphere. A crisp breeze. A really clear view of the bright yellow sun over the ridge into the town below. The kids periodically coming over to eat chips straight out of the bag (a special treat.)

Friday evening - helped the kids clean their rooms before taking them to their cousin's 8th birthday party. Stayed after the cake and ice cream/gift-opening/boys-allowed part to help my overwhelmed SIL paint nails and do facials for the "spa" theme. Heard 16 (it was a sleepover - she's crazy, folks!) little people squeal in alternating drama, angst and delight for three hours.

Came home and went straight to bed early (for me.)

Saturday morning - went to my little guys very first ever football game (at 8 am!) He loved it! So did I! He was so great.

Picked up my pretty princess from the party. Switched off little guy for older brother. Went to his two football games. So proud of his sportsmanship and perseverance. He made the last great play of the game!

Came home to change clothes. Took an allergy pill. Went to sell popcorn for Cubscouts.

Took son to Grandma's house.

Took my daughter to see "Princess Wishes On Ice." (TOTALLY wacky people at the fair this year! It's usually pretty colorful, but, OH MY........and again with the traffic! Worst ever.) Loved every second. So glad she's still into it.

Feeling yucky and exhausted, didn't want to cook. Took MIL and kids out for dinner at super fun diner she suggested. Had wonderful conversation and the best chicken fried steak ever. (I don't usually crave that, but I hadn't eaten much all weekend and it sounded good. Tasted delicious but unfortunately I got to "enjoy" it twice. Oops.)

Came home. Did laundry for church. Listened to younger son and hubby describe the very crazy scene at the fair that we had already witnessed earlier. Went to bed early, smiling.

Sometimes, not constantly, but sometimes, it's nice to just live until you've got nothing left for a couple of days. It really was a sweet weekend, even if I've had to resort to short phrases in describing it. It really was.

If hubby seems conspicuously missing, his time was spent working on the yard (which he likes), cooking for his men's prayer breakfast, and going to a college football game and then the fair with our youngest son. Today he's offered to take the kids to church and out somewhere fun so I can rest.