Truly.
A "day off" is never a "day off" in my life, at least not until the week when Jason and Little AM go to South Carolina.
(i.e., NEXT WEEK!)
Jason ALWAYS has something for us to do. Always.
Friday afternoon, we took these two to the groomers for the first time. They both returned clean, fresh, and be-ribboned.
Yes, both of them. Lucky included. I think he paid them back, though, by "watering" a plant and the concrete floor of the front room.
Saturday, we went to Southaven (the town in our neighboring county where our church is located) for their Fourth of July celebration. Our church was in charge of lining up the entertainment for the evening, and our praise team was on stage last before the fireworks.
(That's Lauren. She's in our small group. I love her! And the guy behind her, on the guitar with the do-rag? He's in our small group too, and that do-rag is no stunt. He rides his Harley to church whenever he can, because he has to be there so much earlier than his family for band practice. And Saturday night, he was JAMMING up there. I'm kinda biased towards my music team, can you tell?)
Man, was it ever hot! And by "hot" I mean "humid beyond all reason." I felt just icky for most of the night, and get a load of Anna Marie. She spent most of the evening on the hill at the back of the amphitheater, playing with her cousins and some other kids from church, and only occasionally coming back to our seat for a drink.
That's her with her cousin Kaitlynn, who just turned 8 on Monday. Oh, did I forget, we went to her party on Friday night? And then we got stopped by a roadblock just outside of town? Where they only glanced at Jason's license, and didn't even check his insurance card?
And where Anna Marie got freaked out by the lights, and wanted to cover her head with a blanket?
"Oh no you don't," said Jason. "They'll think something is wrong back there."
Anyways, after the fireworks (or in the middle, since we left early) we drove to the church, where I assisted with the check-in for those going to camp. As in, the "lice check" part of the check-in. None of our kids had bugs, thank goodness!
It was after 11 when we left the church, and the kids (who were spending the night, the better to be there to leave at 6 a.m. Sunday) were just getting started. I did NOT envy those who were staying with them!
Speaking of the chaperones, one of them told me that Anna Marie nearly left several days' worth of clothes at the church. I had packed her outfits in Ziploc bags, so that all she had to do was pull one out each day. Sherilynn said as the kids were loading on the bus, she found several of the bags in the room where they'd slept.
"Whose are these?" she'd ask.
"Those are mine," Anna Marie would answer.
This went on about three times, and finally Anna Marie admitted, "I'd have gotten out there and not had any clothes to wear!"
Indeed.
They're coming home tomorrow, and then she and Jason are leaving Friday for South Carolina. It's like a two-week vacation from being a mom, except for the part of being a mom where I worry whether she's eating her vegetables and putting on her sunscreen.
Guess that'll be Jason's department next week.
Monday, my "actual" day off, was spent (of course) helping Jason do some prep work at the auction.
Of COURSE it was. And next week, while he's gone, I have to be "him" at the auction again. Like I am every year. And like he NEVER is for me, at my job. Hmph.
I hope that y'all had a more "relaxing" weekend than I did, and I promise to regale you with stories of camp, once I get my kid to stop traveling long enough to hear them myself!
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