I swear, I was so worn out after this weekend it was unbelievable. My one daughter had play practice on Saturday from 9-11:30 while my other daughter had art class from 10-12. After driving them, we had to meet with the pool contractor and pick out stuff. My one daughter got a ride home from rehearsal, we ran to art class to get the other one, I dropped everyone at home, then went to church to serve cake and coffee after First Penance, then had to clean everything up. Then I ran home and had to get dressed for a surprise birthday party for my brother-in-law. Then yesterday I had to get up early and clean the house because my brother was coming over for the game. And inbetween all that, I ironed 8 pairs of pants, 10 tops and ran three loads of laundry. And you want to know why I fell asleep while typing???????

Sorry to bore you with the details of my suburban version of hell. Zia, was my weekend SO Frank, or what???