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.

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