The weekend was great. I have exactly zero complaints about any of it, including mopping the floor.
It was great to see my friend. After I spend time with her, which isn’t even close to often enough, I always feel more sure of myself and like there are more possibilities than before. She has that effect on I lot of people, I think. My kids love her (and call her Grandma L. Her husband is Papa J. But with their full names at the end, of course.) The conversation picks up as though no time has passed. I love that kind of ease between good friends.
The visit wasn’t long enough, but I’m glad for the time we had.
This made my day week month:
See that little badge over there in the right sidebar? It looks like this:
I’ve been coveting it for weeks. Coveting it in a break-a-commandment, lust-in-my-heart kind of way. Oh, thou shalt not, you say? Watch me, I say.
I’m thrilled to find myself in such great company. If you don’t already read Good Mom/Bad Mom, you should.
At this moment, 317 unread posts sit rather patiently in my reader. You are a prolific bunch, my friends. Can’t wait to get to it, but I think I should brew some coffee or pop some popcorn first. Oh, and put on some comfy jammies. Wait, I’m still in my comfy jammies. Don’t look at the time.
Tonight is the first night of Vacation Bible School. I’m not the least bit religious (though I told Mr. H a long time ago that I would take Boy and Girl to Sunday School. It’s a concession that robs me of sleeping late on Sunday, but I do enjoy the hour I spend at Starbucks while the kids are at church.).
But if you think for one minute that I’m not handing my kids over for 2 1/2 hours, for five nights in a row for $40 TOTAL, you’re crazy.
I’m off to open up Google Reader. I feel like it’s a closet door that’s stuffed full of good things and all sorts of surprises. Can’t wait to see what you’ve all been up to this weekend.