Sixteen Hours and Counting

Drew's final night at Automic Volleyball this evening.
He even smiled.

I was allowed to take 3 photos and then I had to put the camera away.

"Who made you the boss of me?" I asked.

"Can't you just be a normal parent?" he lamented.

"Normal? Since when did you want a normal mom?"

Posted are the three pics I took.

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How hard is it to plan a bridal shower for two brides?

Well, let me tell you.

I've spent 4 days just trying to nail down a date.

That was my goal: before I leave, have a date chosen. It's 11:30 pm and I'm still e-mailing key people (like the brides, their mothers-in-law, and so on) and I'm STILL not sure everyone can make it.

Deep breath.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

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And that's it for tonight.

I have about 3 hours of packing ahead of me. Because everytime I uncover something I think I should bring, I notice a mess I should clean. And it's not so much that I'm actually doing the cleaning, I'm just rearranging things so that if, you know, I don't make it back, they will be able to say, well, at least she was organized.

Mom, I'll blog or e-mail from Phoenix on Friday night.

Three things I'm thankful for:

1. Spring Break

2. Sunshine

3. Stew

Shalom,