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It's been a weekend. Since I tend to frame things by what I did, I will let you read between the lines...

Saturday: Woke up from a night-mare where a little boy died in my arms. I think he was one of the Kennedys, don't ask me why. Coffee. Talked through a tough situation with a friend. Removed the double bed from Vin's room for the bunkbeds that were graciouly provided by God on the curb. Work at assembling the bunkbeds, but the power drill got tired quickly. Went to the store to get two new mattresses, which were on sale! Whoo Hoo! Threw kids in tubs to get ready for Saturday Night Church (and can I just say that if Vintage ever has a Saturday Night, that will SO be my choice...I love that time frame.) Met with God and each other. And if you have ever done that, you may have some sense of how you are elated and completely drained at the same time. Put the kids to bed. Ironed tablecloths for Vintage while watching SNL...talk about the rediculous and the sublime!

Sunday: Worshipped as a family...a too rare and wonderful event. Hung out with our Peeps in the food court stuffing an irreligious amount of tacos down my throat. Unloaded the car to reload it with stuff for Sara's apartment. Helped her unpack and get her little apartment looking cute. Came home to find Hubby had folded the eleven loads of laundry I washed all week. Made turkey bratts for supper and attended my version of Sunday Evening Service: Extreme Makeover Home Edition. Clearly, the most redemptive thing on tv. Tucked in the babies. Actually discussed with Hubby the nitty gritty details of his new schedule at FCS, which SUCKS. Watched Tivo'd episode of ER, which, let's just be honest, also sucks. Raided the cupboards for snacks and ended up with a jar of pickles. Hit the hay.

It was a weekend. Now it is time to get to work...