If I could put down the tissue long enough to type a coherent blog post, I’d sure do it, but… achooooo! Crazy allergies hit me like a mack truck after a long, fun weekend!
Twenty-four weeks and counting!
On Saturday, Crystal and I co-hosted the Wichita-area (in)RL meetup. What a great time we had! More about the meeting later, but if you missed out this year, keep your eyes and ears open for next years’ gatherings.
Afterward, my 8yo (oooh, I can only say that for another 5 days!) and I (brought her along for some “big girl time”) hit a fancy-schmancy grocery store and then headed home for a benefit dinner. It worked great that supper was served since we had been gone all day, and we were happy to support this particular college student and her summer mission trip plans.
Why yes, I did swipe my card at the store, and laughed while I did it. No more swiping for 3 whole months!
We left at 8:30 on Sunday for my godson’s First Communion, and spent the day enjoying family. The forecasted high of 63° was a farce, and the kids ended up enjoying a makeshift water slide at my brothers’ place. Wheeeeeeee!
Intending to be home by 5, instead we took a little detour to see my brother-in-law’s new place (that they moved to in September and we still hadn’t seen…) and got home at 9. Yes, we “surprised” them right before supper. Oops! (Worked out well for us, though! ) Late night. Long weekend. Tired
And right about then the Mack Truck arrived. I’ve been hitting the vitamin c, Lysine, apple cider vinegar, hot tea, and neti pot, and gone through a box of tissues. This too shall pass. (And oh, it could be worse!)
Last night we attended the athletic banquet dinner. If you’re keeping track, yes that does happen to be three suppers in a row (and two lunches!) that someone else fixed for us. (I did take a ham, lemon bars, and angel food cookies.) The benefits of busyness! Since the little guy was walking around the gym, pointing to each basketball goal, yelling “Shooooot!” while the coaches were speaking, he and I jetted outta there early, leaving the others.
Right after I put him to bed, though, the tornado sirens blared, so we headed to the basement. The rest of my family gratefully ran in out of the rain and wind to join us in the cave as we waited out the unexpected storm. While hunkered under the stairs, our 4yo shared that she “hopes the tornado doesn’t get our vegetables in our garden.” Oh, to have the cares of a 4yo!
The veggies are safe, and so are we. Crazy spring weather!
When I can put down the tissues long enough, I have a new series to start! Ready or Not, Here Comes Baby! It’ll be a condensed version of the Why Didn’t Anyone Tell Me? series, ending right around my mid-August due date, with a few new topics thrown in for good measure.
I also plan to update you on my cash only challenge, review Chapter 5 of The Money Saving Mom’s Budget, share our (in)RL recap, and fill you in on my “get it together before this baby gets here!” schedule.
Hmmm, what else? A-a-a-choo! I think I’ll sleep on it.
What’s going on in your world? Anything you’d like to make sure I cover in the Ready or Not series?