Recovery

This was a whirlwind of a weekend. Friday night the Captain and I led our couple's bible study group and went out for coffee--always such a nice end to the week. The Boy had a basketball game Saturday, which they won--yeah!--and after going to Mass Saturday night, we had the girl's school fundraiser dinner to attend. When we arrived home from the dinner, there were still three batches of chocolate chip muffins to be made for the monthly family birthday celebration happening at 8:30 AM, Sunday morning. By what could only be termed the Spirit moving, we actually arrived on time for the birthday breakfast. Fortunately, after a quick stop to pick up the Sunday papers, we were headed back home with nothing else on the agenda...EXCEPT...there were two loaves of cranberry pumpkin bread to make, two loaves of yeast dill bread to make, a bunch of boneless chicken to be cooked and separated for three different meals (including last night's dinner) and the girls and I prepared the Blessing Mix for their teachers.

Why is it that there is no such thing as a day *off* for moms?