I always forget that it takes us about a week to settle in after any trip (We'd gone to Chicago for a few days), even if it's just for a few days.
We've had tantrums thrown at embarrassing times by everyone (except maybe Woo).
The kids trashed their bedroom one morning.
Getting them to clean up the slightest mess has been like pulling teeth ...
Today was the worst day at church we've had in, I don't know, years (it didn't help that Sacrament meeting went over 30 minutes ... )!
After being out of town, two days without Woo, and a rough Sacrament meeting, I decided to offer to stay and help the nursery leader. It was very, very wild, and when I finally escaped, I was shell-shocked.
You'll have to ask Woo to show you the face I was making for hours afterwards. I believe my mouth was hanging open, accompanied by a blank stare.
Anyway, here's to hoping that we'll will get back in the groove next week.
One morning on our way home from the pool, we walked past the entrance of the cemetery at exactly the same time as two elderly women were leaving it. Ruby exclaimed, "Look, Mom! They're happy! They're living again!"
Yesterday we walked to the church to meet Woo coming home from Youth Conference. It was 95 degrees, high humidity, and I felt lousy to begin with.
About half-way there I realized that walking had been a terrible mistake. I managed to gasp out, "Mom. is. tired." and Ruby reached her hand back to cover mine, and give it a few pats.
After a while she said, "When we get to the church, you can go to sleep under the bench, Mom. It's cooler there."
I'm comforted thinking that I might have Ruby to care for me in my old age.
Wouldn't it be great if tons of fun didn't wipe us all out so much?