I have to say that I thought it was gonna be a good one. Owen's birthday party, Steven home for most of the weekend, pretty weather. Yea, not so much.
It started with a weird phone call from a student that got me in a funky mood on Friday morning.
I just couldn't get over it. It ended up not being a big deal, but I'm just in a weird place with my job. I love it most days. I just feel a little burnt out right now from it. It never ends, so there's not a good break and regroup time from it.
On Saturday morning, we were outside with the kids watching them play. Steven noticed some people pulling weeds from around the church. It was odd cause we didn't recognize anyone.
Steven finally realized that it was members of a local church. They pick projects around town and just help people. It was really nice of them. They pulled some weeds and picked up around the parking lot. Just stuff that we hadn't gotten a chance to do. I noticed that they picked up some trash from in front of our house. Our house is a very busy spot for walkers from the apartments to the park. So, there's always random trash that is dropped in the yard.
I went outside a little while later to water my plants. Steven and I planted zinnia seeds in the front bed about a month ago. We weeded and got rid of the old stuff there and I have been watering about twice a day for a month in the front bed.
Guess what was gone? My seedlings. They had just started to poke up their heads from the soil. I guess the volunteers thought that they were weeds and pulled them. They were all gone.
I know they are just plants. But, I lost it. Like had to go back to bed and put my head under the covers. I was so proud of those little seeds. They were ripped up.
I wasn't mad. I knew that they were just being helpful.
The rest of Saturday was uneventful. Steven had a wedding. Patrick and Maggie played outside most of the day. Patrick put on Steven's hat (he always puts it on backwards) and said "I Daddy. I dri(drive) tru (truck)." And walked towards Steven's truck. It was pretty cute.
After church, it was raining, so Maggie made a big tent. She wanted me to get in it with her. I laid down and she decided to put up a flashlight with scotch tape in the top of it. It fell and jammed into the side of my temple. It hurts so bad!
After Patrick woke up, we went back outside. He loves it out there. Maggie was swinging and eating a cookie. She swallowed her bite of cookie and accidentally swallowed her tooth. She was hysterically upset. I convinced her that the tooth fairy would still bring her some money.
She wrote a great letter to the tooth fairy that ended with "Can you still bring me my money?".
Tonight, we went to OSH and got some pretty geraniums for the front yard. We had the best ride there and home. Patrick was doing his arm dancing to Taylor Swift. I tried to get it on video. He is a great arm dancer! We sang and drove around for a while. We saw a double rainbow on the way home and where it started and ended. Just like the video!
When we got to our house, Patrick and Maggie both said, "NO". They were having a good family moment. I guess the weekend ended on a high note?
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