Sunday, in review

Up at 8:30, after a night out with my hubby and some great friends. Less than 6 hours of sleep, and that sleep was riddled with active dreams, flipping, flopping, tossing and turning. The bedroom was too hot, i was uncomfortable, and hubby took up more than his share of the bed, sheet and pillows.

Coffee, Facebook, Email, more coffee, and then get dressed. Pick up the kids at 10:00. Come home, Help the oldest boy pack for camp, give him a quick haircut, give a close friend a new hair cut, and out the door by 11:20 to drop the son off for camp.

Cry on the way home, because, my LORD!!! When did he get so big? He's seriously almost as tall as me. I'm 6'1" ya'll... he's 14. FOURTEEN YEARS OLD!! And almost 6 feet tall. Geez. And he's handsome, and smart, and responsible. And I must say, we've done a pretty good job raising him. But our time together grows shorter everyday, and that's why I cried on the way home.

Where was I? Oh yeah... get home at about 12:20, get dressed for Zumba, gather remaining 2 kids, and out the door by 1:15. Zumba at 2:00. Six fabulous people showed up, and we worked out HARD. Show up at Bree's house for a quick shower (Thanks Bree!) and off to a meeting of the minds with some highly organized and talented women in Inola. Home by 6:15, start cooking, cleaning, laundry, shine the sink, eat dinner, and then Facebook and more coffee. Because by this time, I'm sleep-walking. Dead on my feet.

Early to bed? No way! Give hubby a haircut, put away the dinner leftovers, answer Facebook messages, and ... now what? My coffee just kicked in! Nope, not going to bed. Maybe I'll vacuum the floors. And change over the laundry. And work on Zumba routines. Because a mother's work is never done.