There were not enough hours in the weekend and my to do list is still a mile long. I’m trying to concentrate on all the things I did get done, but the “not dones” are overwhelming with Monday morning looming. Sigh, such is often the case. If I employed a full-time maid, she could easily work her whole 8 hours a day in our kitchen and stay more than busy.
Spring sports season has begun, which means Saturdays and three nights a week at the ball fields. We are adjusting well to Rob’s switch to 2nd shift. The trade-off of 3 days off each week has been worth the change but, of course, our practice nights fell on the three nights a week Rob never has off. So I am on my own for all the kids’ practices. It means