You’d think I’d have something interesting to say, but no, not really

My teenagers arrived home from a four day Christian music festival this morning at 3 a.m.

At 10 a.m., I drove my two youngest children to church in Seattle.  I have now driven to church enough times that I can drive in the correct lanes the whole way, eliminating the stress of driving through a city and finding myself in the wrong lane with ten seconds to cross four lanes to the exit.

After church, lunch at Dick’s Drive-In as usual.

Arrived home and decided to clean up the back yard and set up a $10 inflatable pool for the 6-year old.  Never underestimate the power of a small inflatable pool to entertain a small child.  While she frolicked (I moved the Little Tikes climbing toy so the slide slid into the pool), I cleaned the patio–swept up a ridiculous amount of leaves (I have a very stupid tree that drops half its leaves in the spring and half in the winter) and then sprayed the astro-turf green carpeting stuff on my patio to clean it.  (Also ridiculous, but that’s what we have.)

After two hours, I took the two youngest to the real pool where I sat and sweated in the shade.  It’s HOT here in the Seattle area.

I had to work tonight at 9 p.m.

Now, it’s two hours after my shift ended and I am heading to bed.  Last week we had VBS every morning.  This week I can sleep in every morning except for Tuesday.  On Tuesday I have to take my 11-year old to the doctor to get an updated immunization for sixth grade.

And five-days a week football practice begins for him, too.  It’s the slow goodbye to summer, even though it’s not quite August.

You’d think I’d have something interesting to say, but no, not really

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