We had a nice weekend. We had friends over for dinner on Saturday night and had a blast. We are so lucky that we have such nice friends. It makes life so much easier to go through when you have nice people around you.
Our priest was back from his vacation today. We go to 9:00 mass and with our previous priest (the one who married us and baptized our children) that meant church started around 9:05-9:15. If he was really late he said for someone to come and knock on the door to wake him up and he would be right there. With kids in tow in the morning we fit right in. Our new priest is wonderful. However, 9:00 Mass starts at 9:00. We walked in a few minutes late and missed the procession and opening prayer. We were already singing the Gloria. Talk about Catholic guilt from 8 years of parochial school. It just comes flooding right in. I could just feel Sister Rosella looking down on me from somewhere.
After church, T watched the boys while I went shopping for some shorts with one of my sisters and my mom. I was in dire need of shorts since I only had three pairs and they were too big. This is a problem I don’t mind having. Macy’s had a good sale and I ended up getting a bunch of nice new outfits, 6 shorts and 4 tops that I can mix and match all for under $100. I tend to go for the same colors and this time I was in a red, white and blue mood. I would like to call this My American Summer. Which is fitting since I am going to vote in the primary on Tuesday. What is more patriotic then practicing one’s right to vote. Even if it is for a political party you don’t agree with, but know that your district will go Republican so I should vote now for the one I want to win in November.
I can’t remember the last time that I got to go shopping without kids climbing out of the dressing room. They are quick I tell you. One minute they are right there with you and the next they climb under the wall to the empty room next to you and voila they are free! My favorite is chasing J back into the dressing room whilst I was wearing only my bra and underwear. Luckily modesty goes out the window when you give birth. Or I just pretend that I am in a play and have to do a quick change backstage. I mean really what is underwear anyway?
So thanks T! I am sorry it took longer then you thought and had to deal with cranky B who did not take a nap but needed too. And J who hid in the rose bushes because the dreaded sprinklers were on keeping you cool outside. I had a wonderful afternoon and can now go out of the house without shorts that are not falling off and stained with who knows what!




