This weekend has been, in one word, difficult.
I always have high hopes for the weekends. It is the time to get so many projects done (which never seem to get done), catch up on Daddy time (both me and the kids). It is a Sunday of worship to spend with family.
Well, this weekend was none of that. Well, except for the project thing - I hope that we have gotten the roof to stop leaking at one spot. Actually, Scott and Jimmy climbed up there while I was asleep so I haven't heard the report. Anyways, other than that, it wasn't a shining one.
Both the kids have been sick all last week. Both have been on antibiotics all last week. Scott worked at night last week. I feel like I'm getting a cold, and not, at the same time - do you know what that feels like? The kids and I have taken advantage of sleeping all afternoon with the rain, which I hope will put some smiles on their faces when they get up.
I guess that when weekends don't go well, it is a total letdown. I also think that the combination of everyone not feeling good (that is, except Scott) has caused us to butt heads all weekend. This was one of those weekends that you feel like "any other Mother would have done it better than you".
I am so thankful for my children's time with short term memories. I feel like I have 4 years with each one to mess up, make mistakes, do things wrong... before they start remembering those hard days... Not that I will have it all together when they turn 5. I will never have it all together.
So, I am thankful today that this weekend is almost over. I only hope that next week will be better, with a return to our schedule. Scott is driving, the kids should be feeling better, and I hopefully won't be feeling worse.
Sorry there are no pictures to post. Trust me, you wouldn't have wanted to see them! :)