Back to Reality

It was a lovely week of mostly warm weather, unrushed children and little responsibility. OK, dh was still doing his best Camille imitation, but with judicious applications of sleep inducing cold medications he caused us little trouble. Saturday was warm, we went to my dad's and he took the kids 4-wheeling. Evidently he is proof that men never outgrow their need for silly toys. One would think a 78 year old man didn't need a 4-wheeler, but he thought differently. We also went to eat at a church soup supper. For those of you that don't live in a suffocatingly small community, this basically means someone else cooked, everyone I knew was there and I only had to pay if I chose to exercise that free will. Sunday was a carry in at our church for lunch. (Do you see a pattern of me avoiding cooking?) The weather was even better. All the kids except E turned up the CD player loud and jumped on the trampoline and kicked soccer balls around. E went to play putt-putt with her youth group. Dh and I sat in the swing and drank (it was for his cold, I swear). Today when the alarm went off for dh to go to work at 5:30 I tried again to think of some way we could avoid work, school, meetings, etc. etc. but the only thing I came up with was early death so onward we trudge....back to reality.