A Little Much, But In A Good Way

How was your weekend? I hope it feels like fall where you are, and you're enjoying it (even if you're in Texas or Florida).

We had a very busy weekend. This weekend, we had a life. Ha ha...almost too much. But it was all good stuff. Good busy. There were a few minutes where I turned into a werewolf, but I'll get to that.

I think this weekend was a good end to the busy week we had. Consistent. This week was filled with volunteering at the girlie-o's school, dance class, Dave Ramsey class, Pumpkin Spice Latte w/favorite sister-in-law, field trip and play date. Whew. I'm exhausted.

Friday night hubbs and I watched, Into the Wild. I had read the book a while back, but, wow, I cannot stop thinking about this movie. It was very good. It was really long, but hubbs and I managed to stay awake the entire time, so that's a good sign. I know it's good, when it's days later and I'm still thinking about it. You know how you can watch a movie and never think about it again? Like it never happened? This was not one of those. It's a true story. You should watch it.

Saturday we did this...

It was an absolutely beautiful day and one you have to take advantage of if you live in Oregon. It's in the rule book. We had such a nice time with family. There were pony rides, and hay rides, and baby chicks and puuuuuuuuppies!!! Momma love the puppies. But the part that my family totally looks forward to for going to the pumpkin patch is...

Hot and fresh out of the fryer, pumpkin doughnuts! The hot, apple cider ones are delightful too, but there is really something special about the pumpkin ones...a little fried piece of Heaven. We don't eat this stuff all the time, so it is a treat on many levels. Lord, we thank you for the donuts.

So right after the pumpkin patch, we flew home (yes, we flew...we have wings) and hurriedly ate leftover spaghetti and got ready for a birthday party that we had to leave for in 0.5 seconds. We were late. It was a costume party at a roller skate rink, so we were digging in the dress up bin looking for something to wear. I should have just been Cool Mom and let them wear their Halloween costumes, but I am adamant about them "saving them for Halloween". I paid Walmart good money, for them to not rip, spill grape Kool-Aid on, or smear birthday cake on. So dig in the dress up bin they did. This is the part where I turned into the werewolf.

O, found something quickly. A-girl, not so much. And I think it was probably me more than it was her (taking forever and ever and a ding dong day to figure out what the fruit loop she was going to wear). I've noticed that when I don't get my down time, or we have days where we really push it...I get cranky pants. If I don't get my break (or latte), it's like my blood sugar gets low or something, kind of like my mom used to get with her diabetic episodes. I know it's not that for me (I get tested for diabetes all the time), but we used to always have Lifesavers handy in case she had an episode. I don't dare blame the pumpkin donut (sugar hiiiigh, sugar loooow).So, my werewolf came out. All scary and baring teeth. Not a good mommy moment. Somebody give Momma a lifesaver...or a nap...QUICK!!! Yeah. I'm am three years old, sometimes.

So that was good. And after apologizing about 150 times to my family, and explaining my werewolf self (I'm gonna have to pray about this...), once we finally got out the door and on the road to the birthday party, we started to have a good time again. So we got to the party and did this for the next two hours...

Then we went home and (Thank you, Lord) went to bed.

Sunday we did church, went home, let the dog out to pee, and got right smack back in the car to go support the team...

Hubb's school, the University of Portland Pilot's! Women's team. They were awesome. They won. It was fun. O commented, "This is kind of exciting." Ha ha.

We stayed to watch the Men's team for a little while. The girls and I were standing at the railing watching the boys warm up before the game and I got to talking to this guy standing next to me. Just making nice conversation about the beautiful weather and such. Then he asks me, "Which one's your boy?" pointing to the players warming up. I explained that none of them exactly...we were just there supporting the team, etc...

Later, it hit me what he asked me..."Which one's your boy?" Like my boy. Like my son. What the? Oh no you didn't just ask me if I had an 18-21 year old son. No you didn't.

And on that note, I shall end this novel of a weekend commentary. Thanks for playing.