I am still alive. I know my posting and commenting have been patchy at best and I really appreciate y’all still coming around to visit and confirm that I am still crazy. Now I’m just crazy busy!
The bad news is the next day was jam-packed. It started with the final volleyball tournament for my girls. I reasoned that if we lost the first round, I could go home and sleep. But wouldn’t you know it: we won. And kept winning. And won the entire frickin’ stake tournament. With no sleep whatsoever. And yes, I am still bitter because I am a model coach like that.
That pretty much summarized my week. This is why I am ecstatic Jamie is whisking me away for a romantic getaway weekend. It was supposed to be a surprise and he swore his family to secrecy.
Screw-up #2: A few days later, Jamie unthinkingly informed me of his workout regimen in preparation for “the cabin.”
P.S. The 4,000-square-foot cabin. Hate me yet?