Monday Madness

Here I am on a Monday night listening to Jimmy Buffet, kids getting in bed and I'm thinking all is right in the world.

The candy is gone and the sugar coma is almost over. I expect in another day or so it will have worked its way through their little bodies and we'll return to our version of normal.

The calendar is all filled up for the week thanks to modern medicine. We have more dental, doctor and therapy appointments this week than there are opportunities to have lunch.

Worship on Sunday was amazing. Just exactly what we needed, even when we didn't know we were needing it. We're adapting to Sunday mornings. I still can't say I love it. I was spoiled long ago at Blackhawk. There is just something wonderful about Sunday night service. It's a perfect way to end the weekend and be in the right frame of mind for Monday. Plus, I loved bringing home the kids from church, handing out the bed time snack and then having a quiet night with The Mr. I was feeling pretty at home with Fox River's Saturday night, but it wasn't meant to be.

Sunday mornings, although being a scramble, is growing on me. We have a hit or miss of 3 or 4 kids with us so that can mix it up a bit. What I get on Sunday that I wasn't getting on Saturday night, is the start of connections. On a Sunday morning the odds are good that I'll see some families I know from Tae Kwon Do or some other place. I might see some of my high school kids or maybe even the waiter from date night. Seeing familiar faces that smile back with recognition is huge.

I did find something to wear for this weekend's black tie event. I found shoes too. It only took about 3 hours of shopping to find a pair that fit, were pretty and didn't cost as much as an island vacation. The strangest part of my Saturday shopping trip was the man who changed his pants in the Kohl's parking lot. I just drove away because I couldn't even process that through my head. People are weird.

Today was phone call catch up day, hence the full calendar and clean up for the other half of the appointments. Plenty of our appointments happen right here in our home. In a way, that's great. It forces me to stay more on top of my housework than I would naturally. There always seems to be someone coming over to see us about something related to our foster care life.