I'm rambling two hours early. It's Thursday night and I'm packing for a weekend away.
Hubs is staying home and I'm driving with the kids two hours to my parents' tomorrow. He has a two-day golf tournament. We're going 'home' to get spoiled. My brother has finished BUILDING his house (with his nurse-by-day, general contractor by night wife) and I'm so excited to see it.
My kids are healthy. Knock on wood.
Brenna was so tired tonight she couldn't focus at dance class. It made me picture many weeks of not-focusing at dance to come. Do I really want to do this every week? I'm the queen of 3 weeks and this was Week 3. Brenna promises she really wants to do it. We'll see next week.
Mason did not bite this week. Not once. Great week. Great kid. I worried about not much after two bad days.
I feel like I should knock on more wood.
I'm tired. The kind of tired that makes me try to shrug it off and pretend I'm fine. I'm hoping a weekend in the country cures all.
My mom's got these great flower beds and I feel at peace there. It is where I grew up, after all. My dad spent the summer helping my brother BUILD his house, so I haven't seen him for awhile. Can't wait for a visit. And a hug.
Have a lovely weekend. I intend to.