Do you ever have so many fun things planned for the weekend that you begin to dread it? Am I really getting that old? Here's our weekend schedule:
6:30 - 2nd thru 6th graders from church arrive
6:30 - 7:00 - grill hot dogs, while kids play soccer in the pasture (hopefully avoiding any cow patties left from Black Bull's visit)
7:00 - grandchildren arrive for evening while parents go to a party far, far away from any munchkins
7:00 - 7:30 - escort children into the house for handwashing, filling plates, filling and refilling drinks, balancing plates and drinks back through door to eat outside
7:30 - 9:00 - gather 'round the campfire for songs, stories and the grand finale---roasting marshmallows and eating smores
13 kids (counting our 2 grandkids)
Mission: Get the kids on a sugar high before returning them to their parents.
Cory is the master roaster. This kid knows how to git'r'dun!
Jacob loved roasting marshmallows, but didn't want to eat them, so he roasted and Nana ate.
I still have a tummy ache and marshmallow under my fingernails.
9:00 - 10:45 - entertain grandkids until parents get home
7:00 AM - leave home, drive to Edmond
8:30 - 1:30 - OC Alumni Baseball Day
1:30-3:00 - drive home
3:00 - ? - try to come up with refreshments for Small Group on Sunday while cleaning up from Friday evening's activities
9:30 - 12:00 - Church
1:00 - 3:00 - Family coming over for Sunday Dinner
3:30 - Singing Practice at church
6:00 - 8ish - Small Group at our house
The alarm went off at 6:15 this morning (Saturday). Neal hit the snooze button. 6:30...snooze. 6:45...Me: You wanna just stay home?...Neal: Uh huh.
Sometimes you just have to say no. Thanks for the pep talk, Terry.