Weekends

As always, it's been a crazy, busy week.

The Little Miss is going throught some sort of massive attachment thing. She pretty much screams and cries in terror over most things in a day right now. So, she asks for Barney, you put him on TV and then she screams and cries. She asks for milk, you give it to her and she throws it on the floor, screams, cries and asks for it back again.

I would hazzard a guess that she knows. They always do. Her visits are changing. She will begin on Monday with 2 full days a week with her birth mom. It's good and it's bad all rolled into one. I'm not really looking forward to dealing with the fall out of this change, but it's part of the process.

There has been drama in any number of areas of our lives this week. None of which is earth shattering, but all of which demands a certain amount of attention and mental energy. Add that to a full schedule, and you have my life.

We've been to yet another museum this week. A local children's museum does a special night for foster families and gives us a year pass. It's a great night. Tons of fun, lots of give aways and really one of the best museums for the under 12 group.

This weekend we're winding down basketball for The Littlest Mr. His last game is happening as I type. The Little Mr. has one today and one next week. Then we just have the celebration night to go. Tae Kwon Do will be having tournaments and testing in April, so the preperations are on. We're also making the trip to the Mad City to visit my family. It's a birthday extravaganza. We'll celebrate for my mom, my dad, my brother, The Mr. and also my sister-in-law. She'll be really surprised. Why? Her birthday is in September. Huh?

I live by the 6 month rule for most things in life. So, I'm late, but not too late, because I'm within 6 months of the actual event. So, yeah, her birthday was in September, I'm late as always, and she'll be getting a present in March.

Soon I'll be getting to a post that should be interesting. I've been asked recently what it is to live in God's peace. I really want to write about that, but I need more than 20 seconds of uninterrupted time. Must say though, I am humbled that someone could look at my life and think I am an example of living in God's peace. Not that I don't try, I'm just pretty certain that my life looks a lot like messy, sticky chaos on the outside!

Well, kids are fussing, have to run. See you on the other side of Sunday.