Juggling Phantom Balls

I was inspired to write a post about this weekend after reading Staci's post about her weekend. I'm a copycat that way. Staci, just remember, imitation is the most sincere form of flattery....or something like that.

The last three or four weeks have been really busy with a vast array of activities & commitments. I kept thinking this week would be MUCH calmer. Heh.

Last Thursday, The Big Girl came home from a wonderful week at nursing camp to get turned around and leave again on Saturday morning for church camp. Unbelievably, Thing 1 also attended youth camp. I'm still astounded that he has aged so!

Youth camp required a 5:15 arrival at our church, requiring a 4 am wake up call. As is typical, bedtime was midnight-ish. You can do the math.

Once Thing 1 & The Big Girl were safely deposited on the bus, I headed to Walmart to make a grocery run. I feared returning to our home again with no groceries, as my remaining children may well have been planning a mutiny. After a fairly long grocery run, I got home, we had breakfast and headed out to the Air Show.

Now if anything makes a person more weary than a 4 am wake up call, it is standing out in hot, humid weather all day. However, I think I would have walked on coals to see the Blue Angels perform. There were many air acrobats that had us in suspense and amazed. My dad was there with us, and as a former pilot, he was a wealth of information. The Blue Angels performance filled me with awe. Each time they zoomed by, Thing 2 and I squealed giddily. I'm sure it was less than attractive for this middle-aged woman to squeal, but it was what it was.

We ended the evening cooking a few things for Father's Day dinner, then, exhausted, we hit the sack at 11ish. Wow, it was a long day.

Now we begin a new week. I have termed the phenomenon that is this week "Juggling Phantom Balls". You see, we may or may not be showing our house this week (no, it isn't listed yet. There is a reason for that. It isn't READY). If we don't show it this week, we will next week. We may or may not be going to Cedarville next week for a college visit. I may or may not be picking a friend up from the airport a couple of hours from here on Wednesday. I don't know if I'm juggling these balls or if they really aren't there, because I don't know what will happen yet. They aren't anything I can really grab on to, but there is something there, to be sure.

Tonight, though, we are definitely hosting our long-time friends in hopes of hiring him to be the general contractor on our new Timber-Frame house.

Kids at camp. House showings. College visits. Timber-Frame construction planning. I think I need to stop & take some time to pray a little more.