Back from the dead

Well, I feel like I've come back from the dead. I'm back up and around after that completely evil sinus infection. I mean evil. I am not comparing myself to Jesus, but I assume he felt something like I did on Friday during the resurrection: "What day is it and who made this mess?"

As my head became more and more clear this past weekend I got a chance to look around and see what a mess we had been living in. My nearly two weeks of "relaxing" or, as I call it, being sick was over. Time to get to it...so it was scrub floors, clean crayon off furniture and walls, do piles of laundry and - oh yeah - there goes the apple juice, commence floor scrubbing again. How does that happen?

It's been a good weekend. I'm pacing myself with the house cleaning and I feel like I'm almost back in good working order (with my usual "to do" list in hand). No yard work or dresser restoration to report but I'm satisfied with a "good health" report. I even worked out this morning.

I felt like I haven't been a parent to my girls much this summer so Friday we made little cars out of boxes for them to sit in. Pearl had a great time painting it, I had a great time painting Cece's and Cece had a great time getting paint all over (see picture). "Why?" you ask. Because. I had boxes, paint and children. What else would I do? Isn't it worth the looks on their faces?? Bwah ha ha. I think Cece looks like that because she doesn't like to sit anywhere. Ever.

Today we had a play date/picnic at the park today with a friend and got stuck in the bathroom during a storm. It took some major convincing to coerce Pearl into running to the car in the rain (it was quite a haul - really). We did it and we made yet some more memories. My best friend in high school's mom used to always say "Go make some memories!" as we headed out the door. Yes, please. I think I will. Enjoy the week friends. Make some memories.