Friday, May 27, 2016
the struggle is real....
Little Lydia Eleanor came to visit yesterday. It was hot, and she was getting fussy and tired. The older kids usually hog her, but there comes a point when Grandma has to rock her to sleep. I love it, haven't lost my touch, ha.
Sometimes I write my title, then go off an entirely different tangent...forgetting what the heck I was thinking in the first place...this morning, we are getting ready to go to the beach. We can only go for a few hours, because we are a one vehicle family this week, and can only fit properly because Jon is at his friend's house. The other van is still in the shop to the tune of four hundred bucks. It's not finished yet, so I drove Paul to work and back, which takes an hour, then will leave the beach by three, because it's in the total opposite direction of Paul's work...to pick him up by four, because it's a holiday weekend and he gets out early.
And ha, I am complaining? I'm going to the beach!!!! Spring took forever to arrive, and now it's summer weather, 88 today!