Stopping By...

I'm pretty sure that my fears of me working would affect my blogging have come true. I really didn't intend for it to, but I have been determined that working was not going to affect my house. For the most part, it hasn't. I've been washing my dishes as soon as supper is finished, washing a load or two of laundry as soon as it comes ready and then folding the laundry as soon as it's done. I have the kids pick up what various things they have throughout the house as I walk through.

Then there's the running. Football practice on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday evenings until 7, strings rehearsals on Monday and Thursday until 4:15, band practice on Tuesday until 4:20 and cheerleading practice until 3:30. By the time I finish with supper, dishes, baths and bedtimes, it's 8:30. Then a couple of nights last week I brought work home with me so that I could get the new program to the point that we can start relying on it. I love the idea that if you were sitting at my desk at work one evening last week, you would see the mouse moving around on the screen as I worked on it from my home computer. I will probably be doing some more work from this week as well.

Also last week Belle came home from school on Friday and crashed soon after. After Hubby made a quick trip the after hours clinic, we got the news. Influenza A. She's got the flu and cannot return to school before Wednesday. They have drugged her up real well with Tamiflu and some serious antibiotics. Since today was a holiday, she'll only be required to miss one day depending on how she feels. She's still complaining about stomachaches today, but her fever has been gone since yesterday morning. Unfortunately, it required her to miss cheering her first football game of the season and I missed Brady playing his first football game. Ever. I am still struggling with that. So for now, this is what I have of that day:Hubby also took a picture of him in action on the field but it's still on his cell phone so I don't have that one to post yet.

We are also in the process of recovering. Weekend before last, Hubby was mowing the yard when he shot a rock across the front. We both thought it hit the siding on the house and went on about our business. He came in a short time later and informed me he had indeed broke something. The back window on my van was shattered. A week and a half later, I had a new, darker window in the back of my van. But our feelings were definitely hurt. Or at least mine were. Not because he broke it, things happen, but because it happened on the second week I went to work. Then this past Thursday, I managed to do some damage to my little toe after I kicked it on the foot of my rocking chair. I hobbled around for two days before it finally scabbed up enough that it didn't hurt every time I took a step. I assume it's not broken since I kicked it a second time not two hours after hurting it and didn't melt into a pool of sobs. That's always a plus.

Now is time for me to crash so that I will be willing to get up in the morning. How was your labor day?