Wow. What a day. It is almost over. Another Mother's Day. I wish that I had a picture of the beautiful day that we had, but I don't. I have been so busy with school that I have let everything go. The house is a wreck, my pile of laundry is the size of Ocracoke Island, lighthouse included! Could not tell you the last time I dusted.....you get the idea. All I wanted all week was to plant some flowers in the front yard. It needed some color. Normally I would of been out there by now, but school has kept me from a lot of stuff. Okay, so have my kiddos. 3 ball teams, 1 tumbling class, 1 ballet class, Destination Imagination and something else? Oh yeah, homework! I guess that there will always be something that keeps me away from housework!
Back to today. I got up, girls had made cereal and that made me happy. The husband had to work in the am (2nd job). So we started cleaning house! Oh yeah! It was a mothers dream to clean house on Mother's Day. But I tell you what! I was so happy after it was done that I even smiled a little! Geoff came home from work just in time with a load of annuals. An answer to my prayer! I got my comfy clothes on and went out with my coffee and planned it out with him. It was relaxing and exactly what I needed. I needed to get my hands in dirt! I never thought that I would ever say something like that. I guess that I am getting old. But I felt more accomplished today then I will on Wednesday after I finish a 15 credit hour semester. I have 3 finals this week! eeeeekk!
My girls were somewhat nice to me. They really just went about their own way after the house was clean and I 'released' them for the day. We did go to Grandma's and let the girls fish for a little bit and then we had hot wings and salad for dinner! Then we played Uno. It was a great day and I am so Blessed to have such a great family to share it with! I thank God everyday for pairing me up with a man that knows me inside and out and has not run away yet!!
Monday, May 10, 2010
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