Well, we made it through the weekend and into another Monday.
What the heck though? Why only two days off after working five? Who decided that and why don't we get a re-vote? I love cramming everything I didn't have time to do in the week into the precious forty-eight hours I'm supposed to have for rest and relaxation. When are we supposed to have fun?
I think I need to retire. If only I could.
Anyways. We did the grandkid things all weekend. Soccer was intense and so very cold. And insanity thanks to the other team changing the field and not telling anyone, which meant the entire team had to make a mad dash and drive another ten minutes. The ref sucked and the other team went out of their way to stomp on, push around, and attempt to knock my grandson down a peg. Too bad it didn't work. He still scored three of the four goals his team had and we won the game. But that one was rough.
Almost ready to put Prophecy up. I really have no idea what I'm doing and am relying heavily on my seasoned friends. I will figure it out and be a pro at it soon though.
I need sleep. The last time I looked at the clock last night it was 2:46am. I just could not sleep. I got up and roamed the house at one point, but that was counterproductive because it was cold. I don't know... I just hope tonight is better. And that explains why I seem a little cranky. Ha!
The sun is out though. That's something. The weather this weekend sucked.
That's all I have.
Behave!
