ah, Monday

Why is it that we can have weekends that we do absolutely nothing and then there are the weekends that we hop from one thing to another.

I had a baby shower to attend on Saturday, a 70th birthday party for a friend (held at the Captain's game -- The Captains are a minor league team for the Cleveland Indians), friends over for dinner last evening and Dave spent all day Saturday from about 7:00 a.m. until 30 minutes before we had to leave for the game at school fixing the report cards for the entire school (there was a computer glitch that forced him to go in and manually fix each teacher's grade books).

Sunday morning at church, Mass had just started, Zachariah pulled at my sleeve and said I don't feel good. One look at his face and we left. Shortly after we got home, he announced that he felt better and could he get out of bed (my solution to any child who informs me that he or she is sick at church or school is that they immediately go to bed and have some quiet time . . . if they are really sick, they generally fall asleep; if they are only slightly ill and this worked to get out of doing something they may not have been to keen on, they aren't doing anything fun either). Well, while he laid down, I ironed Dave's shirts and then started working on my closet. Just the bags and totes that I have accumulated and generally get drop kicked into my closet. What a mess. I think I have enough yarn to open a shop. I also discovered some yarn and craft things that were my Mom's. I didn't even get to the clothing.

Later Zachariah and I spent time outside playing and planting green peppers. And then we relaxed until our friends came for dinner. I am exhausted.