'cause I am tired. I stayed up way too late last night, and got up way too early this morning.
I am in the process of booking a hotel in Conneticut for this weekend for my sister and I. We are driving our church soccer team to play and have fellowship, and are hoping to stay in a place with a nice indoor pool. I get so frustrated, looking online for places! It seems like after you look for a while, the prices go up magically. And I don't really know the area, on the map it doesn't look so far away, but there are curvy backroads in Conneticut, so I am thinking to stay as close by the church as I can, even if the place is "iffy" and more expensive. The hotel, not the church.
It is misleading anyway, by the time I get led in by the reasonable rate, taxes are added on, and WOW...
We had a good day, and this mommy shouldn't stay up any later. Morning comes so quickly, and there is SCHOOL tomorrow. rrr. where oh where did my vacation go?
Things to remember:
Camille likes to remember she has to go peepee when we are on our way to bed. And we all know that a two year old can make a simple thing like going peepee into a timely ordeal. I just hd to take a deep breath, and pray for patience. Again.
She also likes to pray before bed now, and it is quite hilrious that she is thankful that we had ice cream and that she can have jammies.
Charlotte Claire sleeps in her own room with the light on all night.
Jonathan sucks his thumb all the time.
Sonja was so tired from the drive-in last night, that she was a wreck today. Suze too. Suze didn't even eat dinner. I hope it is fatigue, and not the return of the sickness monster.
Evelyn is a wonderful girl. She can take care of little Will like a mini-mom. She has those instincts, and can keep him occupied in his carseat and look out for him. And Kathryn changed his poopy diaper last week.
Margaret had a good weekend and therefore a good attitude today. It was joyous to be around her. Mali was very pleasant today too. I think we all were so encouraged by the memorial feast we attended, we couldn't help but be glad.
We heard about our dear friend Gwen, she was old getting frail, then she developed cancer....and when the dr. gave her the diagnosis, she said something like, "The poor dr., having to tell me bad news. I felt sorry for him." She truly was a warrior in faith. She battled against all complaining, and therefore she was a thankful and happy old woman, no trace of bitterness or self-pity. We all feel very blessed to have known her. And when I talked to her, I quickly forgot that she was OLD. She was just a friend to me, a very dear and caring friend.
So here I sit, thinking of all sorts of things to say, but I need to go nighty night.....