Dear Mr. Weekend

It was nice to see you even if it was for such a short time.

We met so early on Friday morning that I thought our weekend was going to be GREAT. Ohhh how I didn't realize what was in store.

Friday night we (you Mr. Weekend and my dear hubs) were to go on a date but the children prevented such fun and we had to stay home and cook. Friday night also provided some not so quiet time with my mother. Only she can make me laugh that hard.

We got up early, Mr. Weekend, as we had many things to get accomplished before BFF's shindig at noon.

We raced around like chickens with our heads cut off. Me, making one dozen breakfast burritos. A half dozen egg mcmuffin sandwiches, and a bajillion french toast sticks to put in the freezer. While the hubs was playing with and answering questions of the children (5 of them) and fixing sprinkler pipes.

The joys of home ownership.

After free lunch and booze, I mean...a 6th birthday party, we were headed home to see you, Mr. Weekend, only to find that the trailers holding our 60,000 lb load of lumber had sunk into the ground.

Oh, Mr. Weekend, if you could have been there for those three hours in the hot sun while my amazing in-laws spent their afternoon giving of themselves (as usual) and how my children sat in my van while it idled for those three hours, playing and having fun. While my husband and his dad worked jacks this way and that way, with smiles on their faces as sweat poured off their heads.

After those three hours of intense labor, we got the trailers out.

And we headed home with thankful hearts. Thankful to God that we were able to fix the problem without damage, thankful for my in-laws who, without fail, are there to help at the drop of a hat.

Mr. Weekend, I want to be like them when (if) I grow up.

We went home to cook more meals, fix more pipes, play with more children. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Today is Sunday, your last day here, Mr. Weekend, and I'm sad to see you go. Time at home is insane and so short but I enjoy it. We went to church this morning and loved every minute there. We came home to get the truck cleaned up, laundry complete, another meal made, kitchen cleaned, baby pool filled and played in before we headed back to church for a concert.

And now, Mr. Weekend it's 10:30 and my children are snoring in the sleeper, my husband is filling the truck with diesel and we have to make a service call to fix one of the tires on the trailer that has cords showing through the tread.

We have a five hour drive tonight that will likely take us seven with the service call.

Goodnight, Mr. Weekend, see you in five days!





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