And right now it’s summer “vacation”

Oh dear.

I’m so busy.  My full-time job just got a little more full-time.  My son starts football practice on Monday.  Soccer practice for Grace will start up soon.

I’m trying to fit in some lunches and conversations to get to know a few people around here.  It’s tough to find the time.

The former owner of this house called and asked me if I could please return the modem to Cox Communications since he’s being charged for it still.  (There’s a different modem here I need to set up instead.)

My roses are being eaten by little green worms. I need to figure out how to fix this.

I guess things really aren’t going to slow down.  Ever.  At least that’s how it feels.

My husband was supposed to fly home from a conference in Cleveland last Friday.  The flight was delayed by three hours, so he missed his connecting flight in Houston.  We agreed that he should stay in Houston over the weekend to spend some time with his family.  And while he was gone, yesterday I:

• Took son to school for football equipment pick-up
• Took son and daughter to Old Navy to buy school clothes
• Dropped off a package at the UPS store
• Ate lunch with son and daughter at Rubio’s
• Dropped off son at home; daughter and I got back into the van and . . .
• Returned wrong-size jeans to Costco; shopped for necessary items like sourdough pretzels
• Located thrift store recommended by friend where we found a bunch of great stuff, including four kitchen chairs
• Tried and failed to locate Goodwill
• Headed back to Carlsbad to pick up son’s guitar from repair shop
• Discovered local Farmer’s Market; bought zucchini and corn
• Created and ate our own frozen yogurt sundaes

This could explain why I was so tired today . . . but despite that, we went to Sunday School this morning.  Then we came home and I took an accidental nap.

I finally unpacked and hung pictures in my house.

Then I took three out of four of my kids to the beach.  A lovely time was had by all . . . and we got to see our first lifeguard rescue at the beach by a lifeguard guy with a red rescue can.

We left before the sun set because I had to get to work.

And now you know . . . the rest of the story.  (Not really, but I suddenly heard Paul Harvey in my head.)

I was going to say something else, but I can’t remember what it was.

The end.