Sunday Evening Reflection

Another weekend is quickly coming to a close.  We opted out of going to a team dinner for the kids Dadda coaches in lieu of ordering in from the local pizza place.  Good thing we did too… we were here to chase the neighbors’ four 6-week-old puppies around the yard to get them back safely into their fenced-in area.  It’s not easy to chase a little puppy in bare feet, I’d like to say. (It surely wasn’t one of my most graceful moments.) Thankfully everypup’s safe and sound and I didn’t step in any dog poop in the process … a little extra bonus.
I’ll be sad to head back into work tomorrow but it’s been a productive weekend.  The family squeezed in four loads of laundry, 1 full-house vacuuming, 1 lawn mowing (as I mentioned last post); we secured and gave presents to the neighbor’s son’s kids and had a three-hour play date; not to mention an 11 mile run (me), a 112 mile bike race (Dadda) and another 40 mile bike race (Dadda again of course); dinner out with friends, dinner in without friends, 3 sinks full of dishes, mothers day cards are ready to be mailed for the grandmas in our lives and now it’s on to supervising the build of a ridiculously intricate Star Wars lego warship for General Greivous, thanks to the Easter Bunny.

About The Momster

The Momster is the mother of three little boys, living in North Carolina. A former bike racer, she currently works stupidly long hours in advertising and marketing, runs stupidly long distances for the sake of sanity and has made it her life mission to find Patience.
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