Back to Monday

Well, Blogger keeps freezing when I try to upload an image, so this will be an image-less post.

Mother's day was calm and wonderful. Now it's back to the manic pace of Monday--but I have lots to do to keep me busy and occupied. Hubby leaves for his business trip Wednesday (my birthday, sigh) but I'm ok with it. I'll have lots more birthdays and I'm not worried about it.

My church talk went exceptionally well on Sunday (well in the sense that I didn't have MAJOR stage fright!) I was surprisingly comfortable up on the pulpit, I guess it's because I just love everyone in my congregation.
I had 25 minutes to fill as the sole speaker, and it made me feel good when I had more than several people tell me afterwards that it was the "best Mother's day talk they'd ever heard." I tried not to focus solely on Mothers, and focused on "Being a little better, trying a little harder" which really applies to everybody. Besides, I'm not exactly the "best" mother in the whole wide world, and I would feel dumb expounding the virtues of Motherhood and how mothers should be, you know?

I am a little frazzled in the sense that I've had a curve ball thrown at me (more later on that when I can) and I'm dealing with it as best I can, but hopefully the writing won't suffer this week. I am happy to report that I took my Alphasmart with me to the kids back-to-back swimming lessons on Saturday morning and I got half a synopsis typed out on my novel idea. It was a very productive morning!
Thing Two did very well during his private lesson on Thursday. His coach was very patient with him, and she very nicely forced him to do some things he didn't want to do, so he could see that they weren't as freaky as he thought they were. He got excited when he realized that going under the water wasn't that bad, and his confidence grew, each time she'd make him do it. I was very proud of him. He's actually excited for his next lesson. Go Thing Two!

Well, time to skedaddle. I stuck the kids up in their rooms after breakfast, and told them not to come out until they were dressed, their beds were made, and their teeth brushed. Tough love, but otherwise they would be running all over the second floor half-naked and giggling and laughing and having pillow/clothes fights. I know them so well.

Onwards and upwards!