Well, those two last posts recounting the weekend were a lot of fun, but now I'm back on the chain gang. For the next two weeks, I'll have some kind of activity to attend for the girls almost every night. It's all great and I'm glad that my girls are so involved in stuff, it's just the whole time thing...Or lack thereof. When there's one of me and two of them, it seems like I get off work, get home, drive kids all over hell and back and then go to a choir concert, band extravaganza or soccer game. I come home to the messiest apartment ever and then it's pretty much time to go to bed. I know, wah fucking wah.
Honestly, I love my life, I love how chaotic and varied every day is and the only time I'm ever really bored is at work. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I can't wait for the next two weeks to be over so things can start getting on our slower, Summer pace. We'll be done with activities, and best of all, I've worked it so that for the six weeks after Memorial Day, I'll have at least one day off a week. How many times have I whined about needing at least one more day a week to get things done? Plenty. So, I just decided to give myself one for a while. Yea me!
Here is my oldest baby in her choir gown. I think she looks amazing in all that black, complete with matching hair. I can't believe she turns sixteen on Thursday. Holy fucking shit! She has to take an AP test on that day, and then she's going out for dinner with some friends to celebrate. If I've said it once, I've said it a million times, it's kind of embarrassing that my daughter is more mature than I am and has been since she was born.