Monday Monday...

I've got that song in my head. A good thing too, because I'm so exhausted I can't do much else! The Curve Ball that has been thrown into my life has officially become a Corkscrew with a big bunch of spit on it, I'm afraid. I tossed and turned all night (as did Hubby) and for some reason my usually comfy pillow afforded me little comfort.

Okay, I've been reading too much Thackeray. Got to talk like I'm in the 21st century! I'm reading Vanity Fair, and it's too much fun.

We're driving to Utah this weekend for a "mini break" and I'm excited. It will be nice to see some family. Especially when they have cute chubby babies on hand so I can get my baby fix. I'm starting to think about babies a lot, but who knows. I love babies. It's just when they turn eight years old I'm done with them. (KIDDING!!!)

Saturday was tiring, but nice. We had swimming lessons then we did the yard (well, Hubby did the yard and I observed) and then we planted more flowers. Then we had Thing Two's birthday party at Brunswick Zone (sensory overload for kids, let me tell you) and after that we saw Over the Hedge, which was very cute. But I think the Bear was a little too menacing. I didn't like him at all. I think young children will find him a bit much.

I think by the end of this week the Curve Ball will have been addressed fully, and we'll know what is going on. Life is funny. That's all I can say about that. More when I can.

Now it's off to the grocery store while I have all three Things in school! It's scary how even grocery shopping is therapeutic for me.